<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:37:56.223+08:00</updated><category term='.our sweetlove memories.'/><category term='anti boredom(:'/><category term='random-ness'/><category term='my lil&apos; thoughts'/><category term='sorry seems to be the hardest word'/><category term='just for them.'/><category term='camwhoring'/><category term='SELAMAT BERPUASE((:'/><category term='child-attack'/><category term='lyric.'/><category term='pressure babe):'/><category term='i love you(:'/><category term='break-fast'/><category term='loneliness is the most terrible poverty.'/><category term='all i want is to put a smile on her face(:'/><category term='i miss him badly ):'/><category term='time flies so fast.'/><category term='nephews'/><category term='even i&apos;m crying inside'/><category term='lady.'/><category term='saranghaeyo sisters(:'/><category term='be appreciative of what&apos;s ard you.'/><category term='turn around.....'/><category term='put a smile on my face(:'/><category term='kids'/><category term='gathering'/><category term='the first time we meet.'/><category term='we are going on strong.'/><category term='don&apos;t act like a big sister here'/><category term='nieces'/><category term='thanks jannah(:'/><category term='random'/><category term='random(:'/><category term='Happy birthday mama(:'/><category term='her smile'/><category term='(:'/><category term='time flies so fast 2(:'/><category term='i would put a smile on'/><category term='love is like magic but magic is an illusion.'/><category term='I maybe smiling but deep inside'/><category term='happy birthday jannah(:'/><category term='bye-bye ina tihck hair):'/><category term='no one knows how i feel.'/><category term='food'/><category term='not another disappointment again.'/><category term='big feast baybeh(:'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='HELLO I&apos;M JANNAH.'/><category term='13november2007- Happy 4th mthsary(:'/><category term='no matter what'/><category term='what a boring day.'/><category term='wish you were here.'/><title type='text'>Vivacious babe hearts her Saccharine love.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-629359938555237519</id><published>2008-11-10T00:33:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T00:36:55.439+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELLO I&apos;M JANNAH.'/><title type='text'>Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c6003f;"&gt;Beware, this is going to be a 97% pictorial entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9oegHvEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Nkpkv5dDaqc/s1600-h/DSC_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9oegHvEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Nkpkv5dDaqc/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675686080756802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally after months, I met up with the older sister. Had a little update session over lunch at Warong Penyet at Marine Parade, and then headed up town to Orchard to find a place for more updates and the soft breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes! The "Keep your hand on the car to win it" competition was on outside of Taka, and the crowd was insane. Orchard had its usual Saturday crowd, but other than my cousin, we didn't bump to any familiar and unexpected faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9oplFX6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Sr4_A47wesU/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9oplFX6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Sr4_A47wesU/s400/DSC_0068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675689054363554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Settled at Coffee Bean at the back of Wheelock and awaited patiently for Marjuk to join us during his tea break. Though it was 40 minutes, he never failed to unblock the sick thoughts from his head which slowly escaped from his mouth. It's like having a can being opened, and worms reeling out from it everywhere. BUT. We had fun laaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9oqzUI3I/AAAAAAAAAfg/CoevTWWOyGs/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9oqzUI3I/AAAAAAAAAfg/CoevTWWOyGs/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675689382486898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9pBEPqdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PK0W2Qd7Ma8/s1600-h/DSC_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9pBEPqdI/AAAAAAAAAfo/PK0W2Qd7Ma8/s400/DSC_0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266675695359076818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDNEHXgRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RlpUASDEEq8/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDNEHXgRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/RlpUASDEEq8/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266681812210909458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDMcuyeZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/c4KXI8fR2TQ/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDMcuyeZI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/c4KXI8fR2TQ/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266681801638836626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDMNKOXfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/3OIWBDkQoMo/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDMNKOXfI/AAAAAAAAAgI/3OIWBDkQoMo/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266681797458943474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDLXgzY2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/w6PxnUSp75Y/s1600-h/DSC_0110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDLXgzY2I/AAAAAAAAAgA/w6PxnUSp75Y/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266681783058129762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcFc2O94NI/AAAAAAAAAhA/S4l23DKiR-w/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcFc2O94NI/AAAAAAAAAhA/S4l23DKiR-w/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266684282385850578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Marjuk, you now have pictures of us. So stop whining.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDK5NdCsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LwEpfkXdaxM/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDK5NdCsI/AAAAAAAAAf4/LwEpfkXdaxM/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266681774923909826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDqE4viEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IaFF6QheBrA/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcDqE4viEI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IaFF6QheBrA/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266682310634211394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcE8Mur9VI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FkDNG3ont48/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcE8Mur9VI/AAAAAAAAAgw/FkDNG3ont48/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266683721488790866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcE77JplnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cOdUKJW32Ws/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcE77JplnI/AAAAAAAAAgo/cOdUKJW32Ws/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266683716770043506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later that night, an introduction of two strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be a simple time, sitting together at some cafe drinking coffee, but it was great catching up. Almost5 hours at one spot, we should do this more often with the other two lovely girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcE8gGBnVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/VFLzHVqs8AQ/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcE8gGBnVI/AAAAAAAAAg4/VFLzHVqs8AQ/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266683726686952786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much to the day dearest Sister, because I had a wonderful and splendid time reminiscing the past, our secondary school days, and updating one another about our own respective lives. It's been far too long since the four of us last met just for a little update session. Fi's coming back in a few days time, and by then, the four of us would spent one whole entire day and bits and pieces of the young night at our favourite restaurant, together again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcGW7WsiTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TQ9d20QNBJU/s1600-h/DSC_0096+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcGW7WsiTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TQ9d20QNBJU/s320/DSC_0096+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266685280192858418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcII_fjucI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/o2UddtPcKAA/s1600-h/Image029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRcII_fjucI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/o2UddtPcKAA/s320/Image029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266687239808858562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About this two pictures? Little miss gila here took a snapshot of herself with my handphone and then realised that there was a resemblance between me and her, thus asking me to do an exact pose and do a comparison. So.. what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoaaaaa extra long entry. I think I'll take a break for a while. Oh! And I've finally decided on what to do to my hair. 17 more days to my big day. And exactly 30 days to another special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed. Sweetest dreams world. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p/s: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hmmmmmm.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - marjuk style. LOL! I love you sister! Muuuaaacccks! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-629359938555237519?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/629359938555237519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/629359938555237519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/11/look-at-stars-look-how-they-shine-for.html' title='Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__tKDxn9HNVg/SRb9oegHvEI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Nkpkv5dDaqc/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6245250263187131310</id><published>2008-11-09T13:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T13:59:05.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zeeisback.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'M BACK!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ohhh myyy! How long have i disappeared from blogger?? I think... about a mth plus??? Ohhh goosh! Time flies that fast huh. I'm doing my attahment now. and it has been two weeks. It was pretty fine, adapting to the working environment, though some of the staff at the centre that I'm in are having some attitude problem. Ohhh wells, this is not going to be my permanent centre, so why care? I just want to have fun with the children there and gather as much knowledge as i can get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, how have you been readers? hope you are doing pretty well. Sorry for updating. Been busy lately. HAHAHAH! (I'm always busy to get my attention away from browsing through friendster.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oh man! There's a hell lot to update. but i just don't know where do i start???? hmmm.... (pondering) (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;let's be random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;#1: I had a surprise call from a guy working at jurong east NPC. (near my house)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was ridiculuous. He called to ask for a meet up, acting as though me and him are perfecty fine. Not to forget, he's already attached!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder, don't these guys have a heart? To actually feel what others are feeling? They are human or animals from the jungle? Tell me about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just hate when there's actually issue going on and that imbecile are acting as though its already settle. And has the cheek to ask for a bubble tea?!?! (Yeh. I forgot to add that to the information above. ) !#@$%!@(%(%&amp;amp;#(&amp;amp;%(@#%@#)%_@#@%  thats for you, MFBMY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#2:&lt;em&gt;Working life is not bad afterall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just love the way my life is going on right now. I'm glad that the children are making my life better that before. They are the one putting on smiles on me. And they are the ones that are getting on my nerves (not bad though.) And through working, i can make myself adapt better with other people. I learn to understand different people personality and i even learn how do i handle these kind of people. Oh! did i make it sound that bad? Oppps! hee! But but, there are some nice ones though. (: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#3: &lt;em&gt;Am i being too nice to people?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OOOOHHHHHH! this has been bothering me eversince i stepped into my diploma course. And and, i realised that i AM being TOOOOOO to people, even the strangers on the streets. HAHAHAHA. I encountered alot of inconsiderate people getting in my way. And what's worse than that? They even looked at me as though i AM the one that are cutting the queue. WTH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and..... i just can't stop questioning myself about my life. I mean... EVERYTHING that has happen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#4: &lt;em&gt;MR. RIGHT? or MR WRONG?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How do i know if someone is really sincere in making friend with me? I always end making the wrong judgement towards them. The good ones, i judge them as my MR wrong. And the one that i assumed as my MR right, are actually the wrong ones. *Adachi!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If only i had the power to read people's mind and heart. Wouldn't that be great?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...... okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i think that's enough for today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'll go random more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hee! (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;takecare,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Zee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6245250263187131310?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6245250263187131310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6245250263187131310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/11/zeeisback.html' title='zeeisback.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-2227680013093858808</id><published>2008-09-30T17:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T18:04:06.231+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; S&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;elamat Hari Raya to all my fellow mates, who celebrates HARI RAYA of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i want to take this opportunity to seek forgiveness to those people that I've done wrong; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;be it hurting you people physically or emotionally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I'm a human too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Can't escape from making any mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I hope that all of you could forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sincerely, I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And of course, HAPPY NEW YEAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;don't eat alot okay? especially to my dearest DPTF20. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hee! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love ♥,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Zeeboncet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SOH5SAIv6tI/AAAAAAAABvY/z8M8hxR2psw/s1600-h/blog+tmpt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251752728160365266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SOH5SAIv6tI/AAAAAAAABvY/z8M8hxR2psw/s400/blog+tmpt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-2227680013093858808?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2227680013093858808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2227680013093858808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/greetings.html' title='Greetings.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SOH5SAIv6tI/AAAAAAAABvY/z8M8hxR2psw/s72-c/blog+tmpt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4957618585146531826</id><published>2008-09-28T07:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T08:05:13.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Energised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A BRAND NEW ZEE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SN7G3kJqzDI/AAAAAAAABvA/mZWULm0Au4Q/s1600-h/Photo0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250852873459911730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SN7G3kJqzDI/AAAAAAAABvA/mZWULm0Au4Q/s320/Photo0318.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Okay, my horoscope says that i'm suppose to try something new and I'll be energised. And it even says go exploring for moreto build up on the energy i have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; So, the new look is something I tried. And its true, though i don't really look into horoscope thingy and i usually don't believe what it says. Cause, every aquarians would have the same thing right? So, i just think that the horoscope is a coincidence thingy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, yeah like i've said, I felt so energised and felt as though i'm turning over a new leaf, hopefully. Insya allah. Really need a breakout from this mundane life afterall. I can't be just sitting here doing nothing for myself and at the same time hoping for miracle to happen, right?? And things in life happen doesn't always give you an option to live up your life. So, Jia You! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So, let's really put the past behind. And hopefully it would fade away by itself. Hunt me no more. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;SO! Now, i want to try something new! *very evil smile* nyahahaaahhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay. I'm suppose to get my assignment today. Cause due date is.... TMRW! Riiiigggghhht. Let's train myself to concentrate more. Aight! Gtg. Update soon! Stick around ya!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lovee, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ZeeeBONCET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PS: You decide what you want in your life not anyone else. Don't let others hold you back from getting what you want. Learn to say "NO".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4957618585146531826?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4957618585146531826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4957618585146531826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/energised.html' title='Energised.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SN7G3kJqzDI/AAAAAAAABvA/mZWULm0Au4Q/s72-c/Photo0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5034955070821421140</id><published>2008-09-27T08:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T08:54:14.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>* Happy one year to her0fanaticalrants! *</title><content type='html'>Oh my!&lt;br /&gt;Look at how fast time flies.&lt;br /&gt;Let's do a time check.&lt;br /&gt;This month is September, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok.&lt;br /&gt;I don't think i'm in the wrong month.&lt;br /&gt;And guess what?&lt;br /&gt;My blog is a year old!&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our-lovestorybegins (initially).&lt;br /&gt;but now its her-fanaticalrants.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;WIthout realising, i've been blogging for a year now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up all morning after had my sahur.&lt;br /&gt;And tried to do my assignments, but couldn't get my mind to concentrate.&lt;br /&gt;So, browse the internet and decided to change friendster song again.&lt;br /&gt;Hee! (:&lt;br /&gt;Then don't know why, felt the urge to open my old entries at this blog.&lt;br /&gt;And that's when i realised that I've been blogging for  a year.&lt;br /&gt;Yehhaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's not look on the past, and let's just aim to do the best for the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: 3 more days to raya!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; About 3weeks to practicum.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5034955070821421140?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5034955070821421140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5034955070821421140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-one-year-to-her0fanaticalrants.html' title='* Happy one year to her0fanaticalrants! *'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8683892389843604428</id><published>2008-09-24T23:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T23:58:22.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more being Miss Nice.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just hate liars.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who doesn't lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;True?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But but, please laah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you can actually tell me the truth, why aren't you doing so?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead you either make it up or turn the story around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Why am I always ended up facing with these type of people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the best part is that, i always get to know the truth behind all the lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Great right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C'mon people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm being nice and sweet to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then, you shouldn't do that to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hey! I have feelings too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is not the first time I'm facing with these type of people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I met lots of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arghhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just how do I get out from this shite?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tell me, how?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And why when I'm being nice to people, people always take advantage on my kindness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And why do they always taking everything for granted?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I mean, I'm not tryng to be the 'angel' here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then, please have mercy on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just a lil 'innocent' girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that just want the best out of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop giving me frustation will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's start a proper blog entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know I've been complaining and complaining about the shites that happen in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But what to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't keep it long enough in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Furthermore, it's not healthy ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking about healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to find a recipe that is suitable for 5-6 year olds children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it must be a HEALTHY meal of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my migrain is killing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't even find a single thing on the yahoo search.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the recipe that are stuck in my mind is for adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not really suitable for growing up children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't start my assignment YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though i know it due in about a few more days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But, i'm serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm mentally tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, Aira and me decided to come in late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we took our own sweet time to make our way to class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though we know that the lecturer is very particular about punctuality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But who cares?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a sudden urge to rebel today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe too tired of being lil nice girl in that class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Even one of my lecturemate said, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Z, you look so shagged! What happen to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And nowadays it's hard for me to see you smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess what? You look more fierce and seems like those type that are not easy to approach."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagine that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ME??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not smiling???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh! She must have look at me at the wrong time of the month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I think I know why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Though it's a fasting month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But then, past experiences makes me react that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Firstly, the boorish lady who worked in my school under one of the dept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And secondly, the Certificate of Infants and Toddlers-students are soooooo.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OPPOSITE OF FRIENDLY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to the max. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's recap a lil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hmmm....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Last month I think, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My group had a late night discussion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And bump into those students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i smiled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They just give me the minah kind of stares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"HELLO! In case you don't know. I'm trying to be nice here and trying to be friendly here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And i don't appreciate that kind of look towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And don't take me as one of the minahs out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause i ain't one of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can differentiate that, don't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gosh!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And guess what?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bumped into another batch of girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And their face is like... urgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waste my effort to smile! (I'm sincere for smiling though. LOL!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't get me wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And not forgetting to mention that they are actually the same race as me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those that are mentioned earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Same race and religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a shock in my life to see this kind of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, tell me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am i too nice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or is it just me that do not know how to pick on people; which to smile to or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PS: I hate people that I smile to, and they simply just look away and give me that kind of face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, when you're outside, and bumped into me and i'm smiling at you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ever dare to give me that kind of face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please be nice for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for those that have smiled at me, and i ignored.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Means, I didn't see you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, its either you come up to me say HI or any other NICE and FRIENDLY approach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Till here then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nights!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I just can't wait for Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A'ai(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8683892389843604428?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8683892389843604428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8683892389843604428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-more-being-miss-nice.html' title='No more being Miss Nice.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5509761748991696857</id><published>2008-09-23T16:54:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:31:26.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've come this far together.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last day with Lecturer Jenny Boey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNivWMo1LJI/AAAAAAAABtg/u-uAq1SUBuY/s1600-h/CIMG8905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249138161584778386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNivWMo1LJI/AAAAAAAABtg/u-uAq1SUBuY/s400/CIMG8905.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once upon a time..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNivWaRwo4I/AAAAAAAABto/tEx4CL875Lc/s1600-h/CIMG8904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249138165246108546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNivWaRwo4I/AAAAAAAABto/tEx4CL875Lc/s400/CIMG8904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;has come to an end(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNiv0hZbi1I/AAAAAAAABtw/aY5pvVb5FYc/s1600-h/CIMG8903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249138682553404242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNiv0hZbi1I/AAAAAAAABtw/aY5pvVb5FYc/s320/CIMG8903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks to the lecturer for tolerating the nonsensical and hard time handling us(;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNiv1NFbNKI/AAAAAAAABt4/3PKkIjxctj8/s1600-h/CIMG8902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249138694280656034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNiv1NFbNKI/AAAAAAAABt4/3PKkIjxctj8/s320/CIMG8902.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Learning Vision/Pat School House teachers-to-be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNiv1WxUtqI/AAAAAAAABuA/_IQ4u6doCZM/s1600-h/CIMG8901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249138696880699042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNiv1WxUtqI/AAAAAAAABuA/_IQ4u6doCZM/s320/CIMG8901.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Presenting to you; my hot babe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Annk(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNiv1kGIrKI/AAAAAAAABuI/_-xxnfU8hyU/s1600-h/CIMG8906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249138700457651362" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" height="201" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNiv1kGIrKI/AAAAAAAABuI/_-xxnfU8hyU/s320/CIMG8906.JPG" width="256" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;These people has gone through thick and thin with me during this course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-My dearest groupmates-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't believe that its going to end soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But for this lecturer- Jenny Boey, she had her last lesson with us just now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yes! The very last module that is under her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Gosh! Time flies that fast eh??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm like left with 3more modules to go... till the end of my course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and A HELL LOT of assignments to be done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Next week i have an assignment due, and also a presentation falls on the same day. (I think. Not quite sure which due date is which. Too packed already.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the following week, we have another assignment due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The following week after the previous week, I have another assignment due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And and.. the list goes on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;When will this going to end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Soon i guess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i felt like it's never ending.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REMINISCING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder why 'some' or 'certain' people are so free to do what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i'm like stuck here; with all the assignments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What bothers me the most is that, some people just couldn't bother to take note of what is happening around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;They only react when they are told to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And when they are not asked to do anything, they will just get the fact in their mind that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Ohh its ok. There's always someone finishing the task for me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sometimes i think, i'm being too soft hearted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like to give in?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love to sacrifice own happiness for others' happiness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoys making myself felt deprive of having back my NORMAL &amp;amp; FUN life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And even worse, i like to think for others'; i always take it that i have to put others before me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, then again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why am i doing all this, when i'm actually spoiling that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't I have my own life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't I have my family to think of?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't I have other commitments; at most, i don't have a boyriend BUT i do have my friends; especially my girlfriends?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't I have my own assignments to think of? and to settle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't I have the right to just step down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't I have the right to voice out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't I have to think about myself for once- Dont't i deserve a break?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't I have feelings too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't you know how lethargic I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm not being self-centered here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i apologise if i sounded like one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the fact that no one knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What if i tries to voice out, things will get worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But, I really need to get the msg across that i'm superduperextremely TIRED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm worn out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have no energy left to boost up myself during this fasting period.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do people like to step on my head, because I'm always being nice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do people like to think that every sentences I make, i really mean it the way they think it is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Despite knowing what are my content for that sentence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Why do people misinterpret what I says?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Don't these people know that... "Hello! I need some space here!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm terribly in doubt with myself now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Should I? Or should not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want to acknowledge what am i feeling but at the same time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't want anyone else hurt or I don't want to be seen as a mean person/ etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*Z-boncet is in a massive DILLEMA.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At times, I like to think back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And realise my mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i think HE(up there) just knock some sense into me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i think, I don't mind if my girlfriends are to be mad, infact very mad, at me for my ignorant attitude towards them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Girls, my apology right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry for what I've said to any of you, without knowing that it might sound harsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know i'm wrong, forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i hope you would just understand my situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm in this terrible state, you know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I feel like breaking down right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But i can't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have to stay strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Concurrently, I want you girls back like how we use to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like always, despite the distance between us; be it you are at east side of Singapore or outside of Singapore, far away... I'll always love you people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause you people are always there for me; when i'm in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause you people could have the empathy or sympathy for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause you people are really special to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause you people are the most greated person I've ever met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And the most important part is that, you people are the most precious assets that I own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Doesn't mean that I have my other new peeps, I have to forget about you people;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you people I've placed it safely in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Trust me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I didn't mean those hurtful words I've said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm under great pressure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm sorry darlings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And for once, just put yourself in my shoe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And understand me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would appreciate it very much if guys would do that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Once again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm really sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive me! ):&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNi5pF4FrSI/AAAAAAAABuQ/3mKWcaCrE94/s1600-h/1_310156972l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249149481303518498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNi5pF4FrSI/AAAAAAAABuQ/3mKWcaCrE94/s320/1_310156972l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5509761748991696857?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5509761748991696857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5509761748991696857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/weve-come-this-far-together.html' title='We&apos;ve come this far together.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNivWMo1LJI/AAAAAAAABtg/u-uAq1SUBuY/s72-c/CIMG8905.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-2992404075614916157</id><published>2008-09-21T23:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:21:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Geylang cum Ikea</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. Thought of meeting up someone today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But then, family came up with a last minute outing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Initially, had to delay the meet up but then at the end of the day...had to cancel it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Sorry to Ai Ai (: "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmmmm.... What was the plan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Have a guess, where would you go if you're a week away from festive day and its a weekend somemore??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;YES! Of course! Geylang uhh. Where else can we go. (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sister wanted to find some baju kurung for Lil Princess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Went to most of the shop, but couldn't find her size. LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the end, we found Lil Princess, 3 Baju kurung+ Baju kebaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kalah tauke! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And and, ohya!! I met my primary school teacher which I adore alot.&lt;/span&gt;S&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; doesn't change at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And i have her number, after waiting for about 6years, I get to meet back with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmmm.... Okay. Back to my story. After we have bought Lil princess's outfit for raye. We went to Ikea at Tampiness. Mama wanted to get some decorations for my house. We spend quite a long time there. Choosing, putting it back, browsing, take the item back, comparing two or three items and at last...she chooses the one that she want. That explains why we spend such a long time at there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;After that, I thought we were about to get home. Then brother took another way. We end up at Bukit Gombak bazaar ramadhan. Gosh! What a suprise. Did not expect to go there. Cause everyone was quite shagged that time. Its more like a sudden turn to Bukit Gombak. So, at bazaar what else do we do? Buy food of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dish for the day- Nasi Briyani *burp.* (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Okay. That's all for my weekend. Update soon. Here are some pictures to go along with today's entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBHnDIA8I/AAAAAAAABuY/OoAu4TO12rw/s1600-h/Photo0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249157702185649090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBHnDIA8I/AAAAAAAABuY/OoAu4TO12rw/s320/Photo0276.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBHgAHolI/AAAAAAAABug/PJsL7nhqfh0/s1600-h/Photo0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249157700293993042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBHgAHolI/AAAAAAAABug/PJsL7nhqfh0/s320/Photo0272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The 3 Dara(s) (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBHyAyn4I/AAAAAAAABuo/1-j3Rhf08rg/s1600-h/DSC03805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249157705128648578" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 378px" height="323" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBHyAyn4I/AAAAAAAABuo/1-j3Rhf08rg/s320/DSC03805.JPG" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The best pose she made.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBICUKw8I/AAAAAAAABuw/e5OAdnKjTZI/s1600-h/DSC03807.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249157709504889794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBICUKw8I/AAAAAAAABuw/e5OAdnKjTZI/s320/DSC03807.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBIlrJgUI/AAAAAAAABu4/VhrkHXCjuvE/s1600-h/DSC03808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249157718996517186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBIlrJgUI/AAAAAAAABu4/VhrkHXCjuvE/s320/DSC03808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ina ends her weekends, with a great big SMILE(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-2992404075614916157?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2992404075614916157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2992404075614916157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/geylang-cum-ikea.html' title='Geylang cum Ikea'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SNjBHnDIA8I/AAAAAAAABuY/OoAu4TO12rw/s72-c/Photo0276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-325669701484943994</id><published>2008-09-18T12:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:06:08.754+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can have a break?</title><content type='html'>Ok! I'm rotting in class right now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel OVER EXHAUSTED and when i walk out from my house, i'm like dragging my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, I draged myself to get out from my bed.&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine, how bad is my life going on right now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, i'm left to survive for a few more weeks.&lt;br /&gt;About a mth to my attachment day and have 8 assignments due so far.&lt;br /&gt;GOSH! during attachment period, i have a few assignments due!&lt;br /&gt;How to handle this man??&lt;br /&gt;In additonal to that, i have a folder for practicum to finish up.&lt;br /&gt;So, in total i would have about 9 assignments due!&lt;br /&gt;Huhu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think Hari Raya this year is going to be fun for me.&lt;br /&gt;Assignments due around that week.&lt;br /&gt;And i don't have the mood to celebrate also.&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to enjoy festive celebration.&lt;br /&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a break!&lt;br /&gt;YES! YES! YES! I want to have a break!&lt;br /&gt;A VACATION! ):&lt;br /&gt;I'm in need of one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduhhh! Tired like hell laa seyy.&lt;br /&gt;YESSSS cousin, i'm a busy woman right now.&lt;br /&gt;Hope that i would have my free time soon!&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry readers.&lt;br /&gt;I will only complain, complain and complain till the day where i can get.........&lt;br /&gt; My FREEDOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till here then.&lt;br /&gt;takecare folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-325669701484943994?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/325669701484943994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/325669701484943994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/can-have-break.html' title='can have a break?'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7271705504181403581</id><published>2008-09-16T23:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T00:08:00.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_Ze2WeGsI/AAAAAAAABMw/OHq4hJyu664/s1600-h/Photo0244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246651214918982338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_Ze2WeGsI/AAAAAAAABMw/OHq4hJyu664/s320/Photo0244.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Is it just me, or my face look abit too small than last time???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dh nmpk tulang(skeleton face). Eeeeww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like as though i'm taking drugs or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its because of the work load, insufficient sleep and of course Ramadhan period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm thankful that i get some fats off me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, i just miss my chubby cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEE! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must be thinking or must have the idea that i'm just like one of those girls out there that will never be contente with what they have. Always complaining. Typical right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again, don't always judge me by the way I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyone are different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I prefer to bore you readers by saying all this out. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just lovee me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else can i talk about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love life? Neh. Don't have YET.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GFs?? I'm busy and they are on their own way of living their life. I do miss them, but what to do. I have to go through this now or never. And I'm only left...with like what?? A month more to get my Diploma? Gosh. That's fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lecturemates and I didn't feel as though we are already there listening to most of the lectures for about 4 months? It feels like we are there forever and never ending course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday just handed in an assignment, group assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, there's a group presentation tmrw afternoon. And next week there's another written individual assignment to be handed in. The folowing week till the week when we are all out for our on the job training, we would still have some assignments due. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. Sorry for being random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, it's going to be Hari raya soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*No mood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish there's a free time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till here then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update pretty soon with more exciting stories, i guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7271705504181403581?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7271705504181403581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7271705504181403581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/random_16.html' title='Random.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_Ze2WeGsI/AAAAAAAABMw/OHq4hJyu664/s72-c/Photo0244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4950402330112799712</id><published>2008-09-15T23:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T23:38:17.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Annk&amp;Zee.</title><content type='html'>Today, everyone cancel the plan to breafast outside. Today is like the most purfect time to get ourselves some time off the heavy work load. And yeah, about 5-6 assignments are piling up right now. So, when heard that everyone could not make it today, i was feeling disappointed. However, i do understand their situation at the same time. Cause everyone has their own commitment. And its all up to us, as friends to understand their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, end up I went out with Annk to breakfast at ZamZam.&lt;br /&gt;We thought of 'cleansing our eyes' with the scenery at the bazaar ramadhan at Arab St.&lt;br /&gt;But then again, ZamZam is where every muslims get there to breakfast..meaning.. there will be no space for us if we are late. So, we decided to just sit in at 6:30pm. And guess what?? The uncles in the shop are already making their way out with their stomach full with Nasi Briyani. And i was like asking Annk, "Are we late, or its just them?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: hahahaha. ridiculuous bunch of uncles. Have some respect for the most respected month of the year! Tkde segan silu langsung pakcik2 nie tau. Iskkk iskk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough about those pakcik(s).&lt;br /&gt;Annk and I waited for the breakfast time.&lt;br /&gt;We ordered, "Murtabak Ayam for 2."&lt;br /&gt;And the mamak guy was like shouting across the area, "Ayam besar makan satu!"&lt;br /&gt;hahahha. The way he said it, makes me and Annk giggle.&lt;br /&gt;Really, you should have listen to it man.&lt;br /&gt;Funny laa sey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after buke-ing, we decided to just walk past the bazaar.&lt;br /&gt;And we ended up going in to one of the cafe- Al Majlis.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;we were stoiinnkking at the place for about 2-3 hours?&lt;br /&gt;And the saddest thing is that we didn't get to camwhore that much.&lt;br /&gt;Both didn't bring cammy along.&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah we only took a few pics.&lt;br /&gt;After 10plus, i think.&lt;br /&gt;We make a move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am.&lt;br /&gt;Comfortably sitting in my couch.&lt;br /&gt;And today is the only day, after the outing I had with my gfs at Mosi Cafe, i get to feel a lil relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's some peekchas we took today.&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_L9ZzmgnI/AAAAAAAABMQ/uTXXHCFDfPU/s1600-h/Photo0232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246636346669695602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_L9ZzmgnI/AAAAAAAABMQ/uTXXHCFDfPU/s320/Photo0232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_L9tFljCI/AAAAAAAABMY/TYAOlRhd-ds/s1600-h/Photo0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246636351845403682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_L9tFljCI/AAAAAAAABMY/TYAOlRhd-ds/s320/Photo0233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_L9m9B9_I/AAAAAAAABMg/61RbZORWwlU/s1600-h/Photo0234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246636350198904818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_L9m9B9_I/AAAAAAAABMg/61RbZORWwlU/s320/Photo0234.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_RfJLUADI/AAAAAAAABMo/SQZDgg7nXh4/s1600-h/Photo0231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246642423879434290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_RfJLUADI/AAAAAAAABMo/SQZDgg7nXh4/s320/Photo0231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4950402330112799712?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4950402330112799712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4950402330112799712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/annk.html' title='Annk&amp;Zee.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SM_L9ZzmgnI/AAAAAAAABMQ/uTXXHCFDfPU/s72-c/Photo0232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1578014100326553616</id><published>2008-09-14T06:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T06:38:20.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still not getting it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;OOOOOkkkkayy! I'm like feeling too shagged these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I can't remember when was the last time I had my beauty sleep man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ever since last thursday, my sleeping time is from 2/3am in the morning till 4am??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then after that, its wake up time all the way tlll tmrw morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Imagine that 2 hours of sleeping ain't helping me to keep myself awake for my lectures man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And after class, either there's short discussion &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or sometimes the lecturer ends our class later than we expected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;By the time I reached home, look myself in the mirror, to my horror;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"What the hell happen to me man! Look at those panda eyes!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I would love to stop the time from flying so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Cause i just want to have my own time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to really pamper myself with what i want and need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need de-stress session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a full body massage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I need a hot bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;need&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to have a...... &lt;strong&gt;TIME BREAK&lt;/strong&gt;! ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yeah! I guess that is what i'm in need the most right now. A BREAK- i don't care what kind of 'holiday' that i can get, I'm just in need of one right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And i think i'm deprive of going out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm deprive of having shopping time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm deprive of doing things that i want the most. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And this is the time, where you wish that the people around you would understand your situation and give motivation statements.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok. Enough of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I don't think i'll be updating blog any time sooner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;BUT! I might be updating if i had the time to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Back to my assignments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;PS: Sometimes the words that you say is hurtful enough to bring me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1578014100326553616?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1578014100326553616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1578014100326553616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/still-not-getting-it.html' title='Still not getting it?'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7573070064938155152</id><published>2008-09-07T00:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T01:05:00.543+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nieces'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break-fast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child-attack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nephews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gathering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>01Sep08 &amp; 06Sep08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Family Puase Gathering"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Today was a strenuous day for me. My family had a “Puase Gathering” at my aunt place at the North side. Though the food was scrumptiously served, I can't enjoy the food. Huhu. Why? Firstly, due to medication reason that required me to eat the medicines first and after half an hour, I’m allowed to break-fast with main dishes. Of course, I had to break-fast with a ‘kurma’ (dates) and mineral water. And secondly, my nieces and nephews are scattered around. Hahahahahha! All waiting to be fed by their parents. After I babysit one of my dearest niece, 5-month olds Insyirah. Then I had my main dish, at about 7.50? After about 15minutes, my rest came to an end. LOL! My nephew, Afiq, asked me to go accompany him play with the rest. And I have no choice but to follow what he wants, because the rest of cousins are totally shagged to entertain them. So…. I sat in the room, playing, becoming a crazy lunatic with them, laughing, act insanely and etc. HAHAHA! Because every stupid faces and movements I made, they just love to laugh at it. (: See how children can make my life a lot better. Riggghhhhttt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Imagine that I have about 4 or 5 more of Ina in the room that I have to look out for. Goshhh! Migraine you know! Oh wells, at least they are the entertainer of my life. (“,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;From 8plus till 10 plus, I’m stucked inside the room with them. Till my sister came into the room and said it’s time to go. WAAAHHH! It feels good to hear that. I’m just too tired. How tired can you be, after being bullied by her nieces and nephews. Hee! But it was fun though. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My brother fetched us home, and meanwhile, there’s some pictures below taken today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-SG"&gt;Do enjoy the pictures yeah. Update soon! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt0_8wUnI/AAAAAAAABKg/3GVz3SqBkUc/s1600-h/Photo0195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt0_8wUnI/AAAAAAAABKg/3GVz3SqBkUc/s320/Photo0195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242944042243740274" border="0" /&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt1PP4-PI/AAAAAAAABKo/ClzUpPfsanc/s1600-h/Photo0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt1PP4-PI/AAAAAAAABKo/ClzUpPfsanc/s320/Photo0196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242944046350530802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haqiem &amp;amp; Aunty Zee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt1RtiBkI/AAAAAAAABKw/M2GFPYgHLBo/s1600-h/Photo0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt1RtiBkI/AAAAAAAABKw/M2GFPYgHLBo/s320/Photo0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242944047011726914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherniza &amp;amp; Aunty Zee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt1jLNiaI/AAAAAAAABK4/R7F4pzbmPmU/s1600-h/Photo0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt1jLNiaI/AAAAAAAABK4/R7F4pzbmPmU/s320/Photo0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242944051699616162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afiq &amp;amp; Aunty Ze(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt1pDTVPI/AAAAAAAABLA/ADxgmJLrx_w/s1600-h/Photo0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt1pDTVPI/AAAAAAAABLA/ADxgmJLrx_w/s320/Photo0199.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242944053277054194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star of the day- Md. Afiq(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKsh7DGyzI/AAAAAAAABKA/thH-pcxqCfM/s1600-h/Photo0189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKsh7DGyzI/AAAAAAAABKA/thH-pcxqCfM/s320/Photo0189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242942614999059250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how active my niece can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKsh8ENtBI/AAAAAAAABKI/1FhedN1ONJY/s1600-h/Photo0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKsh8ENtBI/AAAAAAAABKI/1FhedN1ONJY/s320/Photo0191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242942615272141842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakal kan muke! Pening dehh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKsiEpwT0I/AAAAAAAABKQ/1h_rWIWxvv8/s1600-h/Photo0193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKsiEpwT0I/AAAAAAAABKQ/1h_rWIWxvv8/s320/Photo0193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242942617577082690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, she never fails to camwhore with her Mak Ucu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKsiMl3H2I/AAAAAAAABKY/jULOHXp3nZM/s1600-h/Photo0194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKsiMl3H2I/AAAAAAAABKY/jULOHXp3nZM/s320/Photo0194.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242942619708235618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haqiem and Aunt Zee(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMK2lwmGN3I/AAAAAAAABLQ/PphouI-wq5M/s1600-h/Photo0209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMK2lwmGN3I/AAAAAAAABLQ/PphouI-wq5M/s320/Photo0209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242953676028786546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ME and Mummy(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMK2lzK4-HI/AAAAAAAABLY/yTb9tCE9QTI/s1600-h/Photo0202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMK2lzK4-HI/AAAAAAAABLY/yTb9tCE9QTI/s320/Photo0202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242953676719978610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, presenting the SUMO brothers. Hee! (: - Elfie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay this is for &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st september-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; First day of puase and Teachers' Day. Had Afdlin and mummy to come over to break-fast with us. Okay. Not much updates, but here are some pictures for you readers! Hope do enjoy(: And thanks for reading up till this part of the entry. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrAqV79SI/AAAAAAAABJQ/2BmaQH_Czyg/s1600-h/Photo0157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrAqV79SI/AAAAAAAABJQ/2BmaQH_Czyg/s320/Photo0157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242940944067327266" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKshr5bTkI/AAAAAAAABJ4/KHYbipArnwE/s1600-h/Photo0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKshr5bTkI/AAAAAAAABJ4/KHYbipArnwE/s320/Photo0170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242942610931928642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrAwBDkhI/AAAAAAAABJY/XfvGQ2BasQU/s1600-h/Photo0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrAwBDkhI/AAAAAAAABJY/XfvGQ2BasQU/s320/Photo0158.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242940945590358546" border="0" /&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrA6Tl2lI/AAAAAAAABJg/m3hjuAAz39M/s1600-h/Photo0161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrA6Tl2lI/AAAAAAAABJg/m3hjuAAz39M/s320/Photo0161.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242940948352457298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrA41WNpI/AAAAAAAABJo/4E1k-7bClmE/s1600-h/Photo0163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrA41WNpI/AAAAAAAABJo/4E1k-7bClmE/s320/Photo0163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242940947957167762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they look alike in some ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrBCQypBI/AAAAAAAABJw/FqTCzAZFeZ0/s1600-h/Photo0166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKrBCQypBI/AAAAAAAABJw/FqTCzAZFeZ0/s320/Photo0166.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242940950488196114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard to capture both of their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMK2lgWdXQI/AAAAAAAABLI/7j1yY6iIvSg/s1600-h/Photo0210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMK2lgWdXQI/AAAAAAAABLI/7j1yY6iIvSg/s320/Photo0210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242953671668227330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(: Zee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7573070064938155152?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7573070064938155152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7573070064938155152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/01sep08-06sep08.html' title='01Sep08 &amp; 06Sep08'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SMKt0_8wUnI/AAAAAAAABKg/3GVz3SqBkUc/s72-c/Photo0195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3870852318950662362</id><published>2008-09-03T00:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T01:00:16.084+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish, i wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;*Sigh* Can i be a small kid which have a wonderful childhood just like how the kids nowadays are enjoying their childhood days?? I find that kids nowadays are veeerrrryyy fortunate. True! Just look at how education are treated nowadays? I mean..pre-school years.... compared it to my pre-school days, i think i prefer the new curriculum man. Years ago, we have to crack our head to just memorise, memorise, and more memorising work and more and even more. So, in other words, let's just take it that childhood years last time are really drilling the children to their grave. Muahahahhhah! However i'm looking into that using one aspect only. OF COURSE there's the advantages of having those rote-teaching method. Yaa laaa... I'm just highlighting that i envied 2000 babies... They have the whole childhood years to enjoy... more hands-on stuff.. meaning more FUN stuff to mingle around with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too tired handling adult-like life. REAAALLLY tired! A hell lot of stuff on my mind. I just hate responsibilities. and i just wish that i can shrink and be small like my dear niece, Ina. Can join her pretend play, doll house play, blocks play and etc. Or maybe i can have a time break from all these nerve wrecking problems and just go on a long and nice vacation. But, too bad! I'm stuck with this road of life, which i think i can't run away from it. ARGH! If only money falls down to the ground, life wouldn't be so hard after all,not only to me(I guess)... I can travel anywhere i want, can take cab home-if meeting my girlfriends till late at night, can do WHATEVER i want! Can go shopping like there's no tmrw. Can go on a vacation with family or my gfs. Can even settle everything, without having a big fuss over it. *sigh* all these, are "only if" situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aduhhhhh! That's only a quarter of what's on my mind is being type out. There's more than that. Huhuhuhuhuhuhu! Assignments??? OK! I'm like slacking laa seyyfor this time round. But but! I manage to get my first assignment a good grade, or should i say a reaaally reaallly great grade. I didn't expect to get that kind of grade. Oh wells, Bersyukur already la. The best gift, ramadhan has to offer me. hee! Alhamdulilah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. I think i really need my brain to work on my september assignment(S).&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading, once again.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon fellas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3870852318950662362?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3870852318950662362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3870852318950662362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wish-i-wish.html' title='i wish, i wish'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7475039337345878436</id><published>2008-09-01T11:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:17:27.468+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random.</title><content type='html'>Okay time check! HUH?!?! 1st september??? two weeks away from practicum briefing! AND ITS PUASE TIME? AND wwwhhhaatt?!?! It's been about two weeks  since i last updated my blog? GOODNESS! Look at how fast the time flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just too busy to update my blog. and furthermore.. i have nothing special to blog about. My life is as mundane as ever. Packed with assignments and presentations. Huhu! Missed my giler-peeps. YES! And Fee is back! And i have not find a free time slot to meet her. And, distance DO play an important part! Just look at me. Living in jurong, and my peeps are all staying at the east side. And whenever i wanted to meet them up after class, i will be feeling too shagged to travel around. And yeah! I miss them a hell lot! I hope i could make it up to them soon! Pretty soon! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! Btw, happy fasting to all muslims fellowmates out there! Especially to my giler-peeps and DPTF20 peeps! (: Huhu! And class ends late this month. WHAT?? PUASE month and classes are dragged from 9.30 to 5? Gimme a break, can? Moga-moga dpt mengharungi cobaan ini. Hee! No more laughing at weird peeps in the train. Nvrmind, this is the big challenge! Have to control whatever i say, think and look. Jia you Zee! And yessa! Fasting is the best diet for me. Hopefully could lose some weight. So that i can look sweet-er when my sister's wedding day! Which is 3 months from today? And, i'm the only one single with no hubby in the house. HAHAH! Its ok. I think its a great advantage of not having husband. No extra responsibilities. and furthermore, i want to pamper myself as much as i can before commit myself into anything(:&lt;br /&gt;Cheyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, i'm a veerrryyy busy lil Zee. So, if you find that my blog is too boring to read, i don't force you to read okay? Having you here to read till this part of my entry is already appreciated. (: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Till here then. Once again happy fasting to all!&lt;br /&gt;And HAPPY TEACHERS' DAY to all early childhood educators, especially to My dearest cousin, Kak Erda and my DPTF20 peeps-though we are trainee teacher. Very soon, all of us will get into different centres all over singapore. So, jyeah.. all the best okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assalamualaikum people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7475039337345878436?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7475039337345878436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7475039337345878436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/09/random.html' title='random.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8065429031431950937</id><published>2008-08-19T21:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T22:02:54.571+08:00</updated><title type='text'>onehellofaweek.</title><content type='html'>OHHHH MYY GOD! It feels so good to be back here! Ohhh goshhh! I miss updating my bloggeh! I know! I know! I'm like letting it rot. HAHAH. Not on purpose okay. my lappy was under operation. (: Got this virus attacked 'him'. Sadness. And i just got back my lappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it all started either from my school library computer or lappy. Gosh! And the virus was transmitted from my thumbdrive! And guess what?!?! All my assignments are GONE! YES! Assignment that the due on 15august, and the files disappeared on the 13august! GREAT right?? And guess what? I stayed the whole night with someone that is kind enough to accompany me on the phone, and even wake me up after i had an hour of sleep. YES! 1 hour of sleep and i'm off to school the next day. AND NOT ONLY THAT! I have the whole day class for that particular day! HECTIC riggghhht. and and, in addition to that, all my other files, the assignment that i already do in advanced, all GONE! hurhurhurhuruhruhr. HEART break okay to see all the files are gone just like that. Yaaa laaa, with so much effort put in, at last? GONE just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, i'll stop here.&lt;br /&gt;Continue when i'm free.&lt;br /&gt;Now got to discuss with my grpmates at MSN for presentation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh oh! Wish me luck! Tmrw got presentation. and i'm the first one to present! BAIK PE. tuu laa... this was the comment i made, "Cakaplah, i'm the last one and i have to wait for the whole class to present then my turn." And now i regret saying that. It's like god answered my prayer or something. and SNAP! my lecturer said, "Okay. Tmrw we will go from the last person on the attendance list then we go upwards." AAARRRRGHHH! Jyeah. Wish me okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I hate people that have no courage to come face to face to talk to me. If hate me so much, you don't have to show it till like that obvious. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I hate wannabe-rogue-girls. STOP IT can?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok.&lt;br /&gt;Bye! MMMUUUUAAACCCKKKS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8065429031431950937?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8065429031431950937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8065429031431950937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/08/onehellofaweek.html' title='onehellofaweek.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-878622306834699175</id><published>2008-08-02T23:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T20:07:54.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SJWdeXzMxBI/AAAAAAAABGg/DF76LwKTByQ/s1600-h/0O2O0225-resize.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230259687371097106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SJWdeXzMxBI/AAAAAAAABGg/DF76LwKTByQ/s320/0O2O0225-resize.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay.... I just got this image from the pengantin multiply itself. Hahaha. and i can't recall the date. So, yeah. Presenting to you, the kendarats, or should i say... the pretty kendarats? hehehe. perasan! I know. Alaaaa. Sekali sekale takpe kan. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay. that's all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty tired today. assignments and Ina are draining me today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Toodles. Got to have my rest now(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-878622306834699175?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/878622306834699175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/878622306834699175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SJWdeXzMxBI/AAAAAAAABGg/DF76LwKTByQ/s72-c/0O2O0225-resize.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7023054541044209338</id><published>2008-07-30T23:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:40:08.235+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay! Today had a long tiring day.&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm only updating lil' part where i find it funny.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was in train with Khai and Mira.&lt;br /&gt;Then, we were standing beside a guy that was sleeping. And, he was  standing at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;And his body is like swaying from front to the back, then back to front.&lt;br /&gt;LOL. can imagine that?&lt;br /&gt;then, out of the sudden, a stop before buona vista... the guy woke up suddenly.&lt;br /&gt;And asked, "Excuse me. Which stop is this?"&lt;br /&gt;And i was like so blur, felt like laughing but then ... courtesy zara! courtesy! HAHAHA.&lt;br /&gt;then Khai said, "Errr... i can't recall but i know the next stop is buona vista."&lt;br /&gt;the guy: What is the stop number?&lt;br /&gt;the three of us: (We were looking at each other. And i was about to laugh out loud.) Errrr....&lt;br /&gt;the guy: Its ok. Thank btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he left, i was like asking myself.&lt;br /&gt;For the whole 18years, i don't know that there's station number. Except for the fact that code of EW, NS... etc.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;that's all for today folks.&lt;br /&gt;Night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7023054541044209338?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7023054541044209338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7023054541044209338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/okay-today-had-long-tiring-day.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7885311589318722420</id><published>2008-07-26T11:26:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T12:00:32.705+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrrghhh. AUGUST is really gonna be a very tiring month for me. Maybe not only me, but also to my lecturemates. Wake up this morning, after signing in to my MSN, Sara already asked about the assignments date due. I was about to take a break for awhile from remembering all the due dates. Adoiii! All the assignments, be it presentation or written assignments, due dates are two days, or three days away from one another. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Zara! Let's get down to bussiness. Let's get all the assignments done. All i need is a good time management. (Cheyy! Motivating myself nampak! Wakakakakakakakakak.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKay. update later after i'm done with my asignments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7885311589318722420?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7885311589318722420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7885311589318722420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/arrrghhh.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5658884681401848019</id><published>2008-07-25T23:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T00:07:57.018+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;She's the girl;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SInxcJgop-I/AAAAAAAABGY/Xfg-vpRyZzw/s1600-h/Photo0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226974308431603682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SInxcJgop-I/AAAAAAAABGY/Xfg-vpRyZzw/s320/Photo0025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, today is more to the random kinda entrty. The whole day today, had a crazy time spent with my DPTF20. We got side track for the whole day, instead of studying about preschool education, we got ourselves into a HOT topic. Hee(: I know! I'm not legal yet for that. But who cares, i just want to join in the fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;okay, and i'm getting myself into a serious shit laa seyy. I'm getting chubbier! SHIT! no! to be precise, I'm getting FAT! Ohmygawd! Can't stop my mouth from munching the snacks. And furthermore, my lecture room is freezing cold! Maybe that is one of the reasons why my mates are all feeling hungry every 10mins. How? How? Die laa if like that! Okay! From now on, no more snacks ZAAARRAAA! And no more, eating like pigs. And to all my mates, stop me from buying anything. And when my stomach make noises, just ignore! hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; I don't know what kind of mood i'm into lately. Like seriously laa, one moment i can laugh all i want. And the next moment, i can't turn into a totally different person. The time of the month? i don't think so. Hmmmm. How do i release all this? Urgh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And thanks to Annk, i'm like addicted to Didi Cazly songs. And as you can see, (or hear) my blog song has changed to seribu kenangan song. And suddenly, someone is like stuck on my head upon hearing this song. I wonder how long could it take for me to just get on. And just forget everything? It takes time, sure.... but how long? &lt;/span&gt;And to &lt;em&gt;those people&lt;/em&gt; that are actually trying to get my attention, i'm sorry to say that i'm not into any serious friendship yet. All i want right now, is to get over with this course. Ohh pluuueessee! I just want to strive this time round. No more distractions. I think it's enough time messing around with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And to one unsure soul out there, just a short part for you;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be sure of what you're doing, and i'm sure you'll get what you actually want in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be true to others and others would be true to you too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Appreciate others that really has sacrifiice alot for you, and try to think of others instead of being an ego kind of person. Be focus, that's the most important thing that i want to get the message across to you. and be firm with what your heart says. Don't be fickle minded when you are choosing your partner. And last but not least, just be yourself. And things will flow back like normal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And now, no more waiting, no more hoping. Let nature take its course. If that particular someone is meant for me, then he'll be. But if he's not, then let me just wait for the right one to come. Right? (: In addition, i have long way to go. Got my studies and my crazy lecturemates and my friends and family to make my life busy always. So, *sigh*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;till here then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;update soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;PS: Yayy! 5more days to your arrival. I miss you alot. Just can't wait for you, Fee. I just can't wait. Let's pray that it's going to be wednesday soon! (:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5658884681401848019?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5658884681401848019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5658884681401848019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-girl-well-today-is-more-to-random.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SInxcJgop-I/AAAAAAAABGY/Xfg-vpRyZzw/s72-c/Photo0025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-173086258542190097</id><published>2008-07-24T21:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:59:58.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation MS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFh-wkF-I/AAAAAAAABCY/ux4gvGQxdmM/s1600-h/DSC03358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226574186392328162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFh-wkF-I/AAAAAAAABCY/ux4gvGQxdmM/s320/DSC03358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;DPTF20- Early Childhood Educators Trainee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226574183924016322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFh1kEpMI/AAAAAAAABCg/DsltCWOU_sc/s320/DSC03360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Candid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFhm9CoTI/AAAAAAAABCQ/YuPa5ICuvFk/s1600-h/DSC03352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226574180002210098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFhm9CoTI/AAAAAAAABCQ/YuPa5ICuvFk/s320/DSC03352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Mighty Jungle Group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFiONafnI/AAAAAAAABCo/jsEHtmOYsps/s1600-h/DSC03351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226574190539865714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFiONafnI/AAAAAAAABCo/jsEHtmOYsps/s320/DSC03351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There's a kid in each of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFiSuJ3FI/AAAAAAAABCw/8-2D5lc_JyI/s1600-h/DSC03354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226574191750929490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFiSuJ3FI/AAAAAAAABCw/8-2D5lc_JyI/s320/DSC03354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The Red Indians Candid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiEdJmW1qI/AAAAAAAABCI/BDq4unuR-7M/s1600-h/DSC03353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226573003891332770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiEdJmW1qI/AAAAAAAABCI/BDq4unuR-7M/s320/DSC03353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Red Indians Formal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The preparations for my group....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiIwzjlacI/AAAAAAAABDY/QOEpX1fKu4Y/s1600-h/DSC03349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226577739618019778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiIwzjlacI/AAAAAAAABDY/QOEpX1fKu4Y/s320/DSC03349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiIxJXgcvI/AAAAAAAABDg/8QXdhCPsx5c/s1600-h/DSC03350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226577745472942834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiIxJXgcvI/AAAAAAAABDg/8QXdhCPsx5c/s320/DSC03350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay. You people must be wondering what the heck was all that? Right? hahaha(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm. We had presentaion for one of our module. And MAYBE, this will be the last module with our dearest Dr. Arul. She' the best, i tell you! Her facial expressions are so hilarious, which all of us don't feel drained out during her lessons. &lt;em&gt;*Okay! I'm not being biased here or showing favouritsm.* &lt;/em&gt;I just enjoy her lesson. And just hoping that she'll be taking us for another module.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So..... Let's get back to my topic. Hee(; Jyeah. Today, we have to break into two groups. One is my team- The Mighty Jungle &amp;amp; another team, which they call themselves as The Red Indian. Both the group did pretty well. And of course! As i promised to my team members that i'll be making them FAMOUS at my blog. So pretty ladies, there you go. And and, WELL DONE! We had done a good job. Lots of team work and we really make it till the end..... of only this module(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hmm.... these are some stations for our group presentation. and must bear in mind, that we are doing this for liltle kids. So, NO 'disparagement' here okay. Please show some appreciation. Thankyou. Do drop some tag after reading. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Station 1; The 'children' are to choose an animal- Zebra, Penguin, Elephant or Monkey. &amp;amp;at station 1, they are suppose to go over to the 'jungle' These animals are actually escaping from zoo. Sounds familiar? Jyeah. Madagascar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOyQ_dDGI/AAAAAAAABDo/nzaoFUdmytM/s1600-h/DSC03340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226584361769176162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOyQ_dDGI/AAAAAAAABDo/nzaoFUdmytM/s320/DSC03340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Station 2; i forget to take picture of the sampan. As for this station, 'children' are to row the boat with their partners. 'Children' gets excited easily.Trust me! Okay lah! Not only the children, adults are more excited than them. hee(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Next... Station 3; These hula-hoops are assumed to be 'logs'. Okay. And the 'children' are suppose to go over by hopping on one foot. Without falling of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOyoRucjI/AAAAAAAABDw/z-cq-is-rHo/s1600-h/DSC03341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226584368019829298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOyoRucjI/AAAAAAAABDw/z-cq-is-rHo/s320/DSC03341.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then... here comes the staion 4; 'Children' are suppose to crawl under the table. Children have good imaginations, so they are able to imagine that this table that is covered with cloth is actually 'a cave' You don't expect us to bring in real cave, right? (:&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOzLit7WI/AAAAAAAABD4/7LELfuR51ik/s1600-h/DSC03342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226584377486339426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOzLit7WI/AAAAAAAABD4/7LELfuR51ik/s320/DSC03342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; Station 5; pretty and organised coconut tree. Created by the group members. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226584376609904706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOzIRwmEI/AAAAAAAABEA/To9fheY9VZk/s320/DSC03343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Station 6; again! assume this to be snake. You don't expect us to bring in real snakes. Parents will be running after us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOzQcqTrI/AAAAAAAABEI/woXMhn3cbiY/s1600-h/DSC03344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226584378803113650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiOzQcqTrI/AAAAAAAABEI/woXMhn3cbiY/s320/DSC03344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Last but not least, the last staion. CAMPFIRE time! (: 'The animals' have successfully escaped from the Zoo. And now they have reach the jungle party to celebrate their achievement!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiUjdJFWHI/AAAAAAAABEY/DZUOH-xDRf4/s1600-h/DSC03347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226590704402520178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiUjdJFWHI/AAAAAAAABEY/DZUOH-xDRf4/s320/DSC03347.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cool uh? Haahahha. XD Enjoyed the day with my groupmates. And of course, with all my lecturemates. Looking forward this fun type of presntation. We are able to release all our tension and stress of ASSIGNMENTS- cathartic release(; Okay! One presentation down! 2 more to go. And 5 more writtten assignments. Jia you Zara. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-173086258542190097?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/173086258542190097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/173086258542190097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/presentation-ms.html' title='Presentation MS'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SIiFh-wkF-I/AAAAAAAABCY/ux4gvGQxdmM/s72-c/DSC03358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1859527617628450071</id><published>2008-07-14T21:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T21:57:52.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gundu day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok. I feel so '&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gundu'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for today and yesterday. ('',)&lt;br /&gt;That shows how cluttereed my miind was for these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday started off the day by going to the beach at around noon with my family. Went to the changi beach. Let Ina have a good time for the weekend. So, let her got on the swing, play at the playground; slides and last but not least... she played with the sand. She ended up being 'sand girl'. She was covered with sand... However, we got her cleaned up before heading to our next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed to Singapore Expo cause sister wanted to see the wedding exhibitions. Hmm...after that we went to bugis to get some of my stuff. After had dinner with my family, we head home. Watched hellboy. *ketepionnng* lmao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, started to search for my notes. Panic like hell after i can't find those notes. Cause today i have the lecture and i need the notes. Therefore, i search all over the room, or should i say the whole house? heehee(: I searched everywhere BUT not under my laptop. So, yeserday end my day with some frustations and migrain! JUST FOR NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early today to find for the notes again. Then after settling myself down, i decided just to photocopy those thick notes of mine. Went out early to meet Khai and Maz to have lunch at Tiong Bahru Plaza and proceed to Tanjong pagar. Guess what?! My mom called and said, ''Adek, is your notes in a white file? and is very thick?'' (in malay of course) I was so happy to hear that finally that she found my notes. And i say, where did you find it. Then she said, (in malay) ''It's under your lappy! When you reached home later, i'm going to poke your eyes. Make me search the whole house for nothing. (in a teasing tone)'' I was like laughing like a crazy barbarian outside my lecture room. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH(: and i was so happy till i leave my nescafe at my pantry shelve. Realising it was there after 8minutes later. In addition to that, I even can't find stuff which is like right infront of my eyes. *slaps forehead* See how gundu i am. ANd i continued being clumsy for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yikes! What a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why i'm high these few days, and due to that every steps i take, i ended up being clumsy(: Ohh wells. Hmm. Maybe I just want to get rid the unhappiness that i had. So, in order to cheer myself up, i become clumsier each day. *LOL*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ok. I have to get myself off blogging and surfing the net now. Got to finish up my assignments which due in 3more days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update soon(:&lt;br /&gt;thanks for spending your time reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1859527617628450071?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1859527617628450071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1859527617628450071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/gundu-day.html' title='Gundu day.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7614644854475575189</id><published>2008-07-12T21:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:39:37.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rojak entry.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we tend to say what we don't really mean. And when that happen, we often regrets for saying all those words that are not meant to be blurt out. Finally, when we realised everything, it's like too late to wish that what has just happen, did not happen. (u get what i'm trying to say? hopefully.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so hard being me. I like to keep everything deep within me and not letting it out to anyone. And when one of those days that i'm feeling down, i'll rather let it out through my anger. It's like girls having the time of the month. When i do blurt it out, i usually just say out everything that i have been keeping for quite a long time. All this happen for a reason. And sometimes i don't know whether what i do is the right thing or it's not. connnnfffuuussseee!&lt;br /&gt;I just want people to tell me the truth. Instead of lying or beating around the bush. Just be straight with me. Can? I'm not going to eat you up or anything. Be frank with me. That's all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill your promise if you have promised to me anything. And hold on to your words. Don't ever eat back everything you've said. Wasted right? Waste your/my effort, time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entahlah people. I always end up believing and giving 2nd chance to the wrong person. Which i know it's impossible for that person to turn over a new leaf in just a short period of time. Now what? I regret taking every steps that i made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With what i've seen people going through. Even with trust, things can go wrong. So what do you expect things to turn out if there's no trust at all. DISASTER right? I'm traumatised badly. I guess, i need to seek help already. hee(: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I'm just kidding. See! My mood changes every 5 minutes? Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you can say that i'm very temperamental. And i'm also sensitive. But.... there's certain point that you can reach before i really blows up. I can be soft hearted at times. Easily forgive but hard to forget. I have a quite good memory, i must say. Photographic memory. When i want to recall an incident that really hurt me badly, i could. (to my suprise!) I can really recall everything in detail. That's why people say, girls can remember and hard to forget even how hard she tries. but as for guys, in a split sec, they can just turn to another victim. and act as though there's nothing wrong with them. Ohwell, this is all what we call 'innate' capability. It's already in them since they are born. Okay! STOP IT ZARA! she's bringing in all her studies to her real life. *Pray for zara well being please.* You don't want to see the next big hit thing in the newspaper abt a teenager, admitted to IMH just because of overload information from her lectures. Hee! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, (this month i must say) is really not the month that i look forward to. So, moody every now and then. And my headache is not making me feel any better. *sigh* Should i go doctor or not? The migrain is really getting bad these days. Even my lecture mates can see it. My ear turns red whenever i have a bad migrain. See how bad it is. And in addition to that.... My vision blurred out! Serious shit ke pe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there's too much things on my mind. and i can't even concentrate on one. My mind is like rojak already. I wonder till when i can stay put with all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7614644854475575189?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7614644854475575189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7614644854475575189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/rojak-entry.html' title='Rojak entry.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4482971240511921334</id><published>2008-07-09T00:03:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T00:23:45.062+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatigue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Like at last, today i end my day dreadfully. Morning presentation went on quite well. And ohya! The day when i'm suppose to prepare myself for the presentation, is the day i woke up late! What a luck! Set my alarm, i guess there's two possible reason why i woke up late; 1. the alarm of my phone is not working. 2. OR i'm too exhausted till my brain and ears couldn't be bothered to hear the irritating tone for my alarm(: and i guess, the 2nd reason is the most probably the reason to why i'm late today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i actually was lookin forward to the end of the day. Reason; Both my module are down today! *phew* BUT! tmrw is a start of two new modules, which means NEW ASSIGNMENTS. yesterday had another different module, which is also a new module, and the assignments are quite okay to me right this moment. Cause, i'm trying to manage my time carefully this week, with no distractions(HOPEFULLY). So i guess, the concentration is all i need for this weeks modules. And i hope that the lesson is not as exhausting as compared to my previous modules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was suppose to meet my gfs at West Coast today, but i was too worn-out to even check my messages. I dozed off once i reach home and of course after had my wash up. Then, awaken by my lil' princess (my niece not daughter) at about 10. Hee! (: I assure you readers that this week exhaustion is not paid off YET by the sleep that i had just now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here i am blogging. After 3 or 4hours of sleep, and at last end up i can't get myself to sleep. The rest of my lecturemates are not even online. Not even my gfs. So, what else can i do besides blogging. I guess, i end today's entry here. I need to do some readings, and then get myself off to bed again, hopefully can get my eyes to close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Thanks for your time people(:&lt;br /&gt;Nights! Update soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4482971240511921334?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4482971240511921334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4482971240511921334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/fatigue.html' title='Fatigue.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-2497705811662279186</id><published>2008-07-06T18:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:33:23.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy birthday and random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes/stars_say"  style="border:0px solid blue; "&gt; &lt;img border=0 alt="fun quiz for myspace profile and blog" src="http://172.31.254.242/www.lets101.comm/images/quiz/zodiac_aquarius_txt.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lets101 Quizzes - &lt;a href="http://www.lets101.com/blog/quizzes" &gt;Blog Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was quite bored today. Stayed at home for yesterday and today. Make myself free to meet someone, but i guess it's all cancelled? Anyways, could not be bothered also. So, i took this test which i found at one of my friend's friendster. Cool huh? &lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt; of what it says &lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt; true. If for those who really knows me well, will agree to what i just said. (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ohh! Actually i wanted to log in to post a special post for my cousin- &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herdawatie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; Supervisor at the Kidsville Centre. (: Got side track for awhile. So here it goes.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cousin! Firstly i want to say that........You're missed! And and, yesterday i did send you a friendster comment. And as for present, i don't have that much cash with me right now to buy you a prezzie. So, i owe you and Zen kinn a prezzie! Oh! And HAPY BIRTHDAY sweety. Hope this year goes pretty well for you and you beloved ones. Though maybe there's ups and downs in your life, i know that you're strong to go through all that. Yeah, you are strong, trust me. Hmmmm. and and, Moga moga panjang umur dan murah rezeki. Like i've said at my comment, i just can't wait for your wedding. Can't wait to go crazy with all my cousins like we use to be. And most importantly, we can't wait to get our hands on the microphone. Uh`huh. Okay. I guess, till here then. See you soon sweetheart! Muacckkks! Love you! (:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay, that's all for wishing. Now back to blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hehehe. guess what? I get to chat with FEE yesterday morning and just now. I was so happy to see her online. I miss her like hell. She'll be back around august, and i just hope august comes fast. Pretty fast. I just can't wait to see her. it's been like what? 3months i did not get to meet her. *sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;While chatting, i get myself to do some stooppiiid quiz. Yet it does make me smile. Cause, it's funny laa seyy. Some quiz are just too ridiculuous, but then again. Due to my boredom period that i have the tendecy to do those quizes. And, i wasted like what?? 2days at home. Arrrgh! and tmrw i'm back going to my usual routine- Jurong- Tanjung pgr and vice versa. ):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What to do, its for my own future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ok. now i'm like so random. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;There's so much that i want and i'm craving for. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want my&lt;strong&gt; handphone&lt;/strong&gt; back for sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need and want a full body massage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Additional of facial treatment; would love to pamper myself one of these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want &lt;em&gt;oreocheesecake&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I want &lt;em&gt;Javachip frappucino&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I need to go ECP to release all my frustations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I really need to have a LONG REST(not really long, hehehe.) ; no assignments to think of, nothing to worry, and no one to be mad at. Just have to be an egocentric person for one day, yeah. A day will do(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;There's alot on my mind just now. And now it's like *POOF* gone! Hmm. I'll add more when i remember. Now, i have to get my hands on the chores. Left alone at home. Everyone are enjoying their weekends except me. ):&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Okay, enough blogging zara. Update soon readers. Hey! Don't forget to tag me aites. and no hate tags please. Thankyou(;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-2497705811662279186?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2497705811662279186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2497705811662279186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-and-random.html' title='Happy birthday and random.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6264700617788802345</id><published>2008-07-05T17:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:08:54.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think my perception towards guys is still the same. I don't know why. It's like every blog that i hopped to, will always have the sad entries. I mean a girl's bloggeh. And and, just now i just view someone's friendster, and i got shock out of my life. I have no idea why i reacted this way. I really don't know. But, i just wish to slap this significant someone. And if i were to sms him or something, it wouldn't be that nice. Imagine i'm in his girl's shoe. I would be pretty mad. But at this time, i'm more mad compare to any other people that are pissed right now. Really! Feel like strangling this person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argghhh! I have no idea why i have so much anger in me lately. I just feel that nothing is going like how it should be. And i;m just pissed at myself. For not listening to other's advise. I think there's a problem with me. A big problem. But, what heh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe due to my stress level that is really high right now. I just need a de-stress for this time being. REALLY NEED ONE BADLY. Anyone care to be here with me; to laugh, cry and etc? ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments like this, i just wish to have someone; to really hear me out. and, *sigh* In addition to that, i'm like having bad migrain and stomach flu. And really doesn't feel good lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6264700617788802345?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6264700617788802345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6264700617788802345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-my-perception-towards-guys-is.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-2609441673858121627</id><published>2008-07-05T11:41:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:43:06.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Just wish that you could just slip out from my mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-2609441673858121627?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2609441673858121627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2609441673858121627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-wish-that-you-could-just-slip-out.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5817986468452779901</id><published>2008-07-03T23:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T11:39:38.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment i've been waiting for.</title><content type='html'>Woohooo! Today is FREDOM day for my dear DPTF20. Today class was cancelled to be non-contact time. BUT! we have certain assignments to do. Research about dead people that created the principle, beliefs, philosophy and practices in singapore context. Met my groupmates today at WestCoast park McDonald. Since 10 in the morning till 10 at night i was there. Pheww! But of course not the whole day my grpmates stayed. At about 5plus, they went back and i continued to be with my dearest sisters. they came here! can you believe it?? Okaylah, one of them ride bike with her lover. as for another sister, she came by travelling by bus. Ohgosh! I'm so touched by by you guys! ((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, we had our 'giler' moments. took pictures and talk shite out of each other. *smile* It was the most best de-stress moment i had since a month of schooling. Felt so good. And the place is so gerek laa seyy.  The place was romantically lit. and the surroundings are so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah stayed till night. If possible, i don't even wish to go back. Heehee! Okay. i'm so drained out. Update soon! &lt; 33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5817986468452779901?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5817986468452779901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5817986468452779901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/moment-ive-been-waiting-for.html' title='the moment i&apos;ve been waiting for.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3204636261598549500</id><published>2008-07-02T19:36:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:44:50.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic day.</title><content type='html'>*yawn* been really sleepy the whole day. Ohya! It's not only me that have the sleepy sickness and other illnesses. The whole class look so worn out. Even the leacture for the morning lesson, each and everyone of us, was about to just have a lil nice nap. Some of us even put our heads down on our tables. As for me, I sleep quite late yesterday night and i've been dating with the toilet since saturday. Gosh! And yesterday, was doing some touch up on our group presentation preparation. Not only for today's presentation, but also for next week presentation- children with special need. *sigh* Just now presentation goes pretty well. (: I was the youngesst in the group, therefore i have to do opening and then the introduction of my grp members. Was feeling quite nervous. But, okaylah. not that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i'm beginning to appreciate my secondary schools teachers. After going through this stage of life. hhahahahha. at least, duing secondary sch life, presentation wasn't as tension as this time round. And at least, at that point of time, we have the whole class with us(39students). But, but as for LC class, i only have 17mates. And i just knew them. Though the way we interact with one another was like close friends, still i think i haven't get use of presenting my grp work to the whole class. *motivation- Its okay zara. This is only the 1st mth of school. you got long way to go till the end of your course. take all this as a practice.* hahahhhahaha. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And..... guess what? tmrw class cancelled. BUT, we have to meet with our grp members to finish up our lil assignments... though both morning and afternoon class was cancelled, still... we have to go out early. Allaaa..... Faster finish, can faster go off. (:  AND, allowance are out byt mrw afternoon! WOOHOOO. hmm... after discussion maybe can go shopping?? and pay bills?? and and, eat cheesecake?? i'm deprived of having cheesecakes man! and and, i oso can have my javachip frappucino??? and let me think over, tonight about what shall i do tmrw after discussion. Hee! (: This is the only week i think i can relax a bit before starting off next week new MODULES! okay. let's not think about that. still got 4 more days. let's chill(: how about that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, would like to dedicate my blog entry today to my dearest sister! Today she's turning a year older. And a year away from her getting old years. hahahha! Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISTER! I love you soo much. Live long and stay happy always. *Moga-moga panjang umur dan murah rezeki okay??* and lau dah murah rezeki tuu jgn plak lupe adik. paham paham laa. hehehe. (: Well, i'm joking. Anw, Just want to wish you all the best for whatever you do. and i'm craving for nasi briyani babe. SOON okays??  YOU RAWK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. i think i better stop here. i'll update pretty soon again. later at night, maybe? or maybe tomorrow? ok then, thanks for taking your time off just for reading my average type of a teenage girl. takecare! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3204636261598549500?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3204636261598549500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3204636261598549500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/07/hectic-day.html' title='Hectic day.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6430792251263835798</id><published>2008-06-30T22:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T22:54:42.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we just pause for awhile?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Ohgosh! Great kan?? Starting of the week jek pressurized already. Came to school early with my lecturemates to do some research at the library. (oh please! don't think that i'm always lazy okay. i did my works sister. and yes, you girls didn't see wrongly. ZARA did went to the library to look out for books.) Hee(: Well, back to my topic of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Oh! Then after checking out this week schedule, we went on to flip to check next week schedule. And guess what?!? They changed the schedule again! This time is the second time already. And and that are not as bad as what i'm going to tell you people. Arghhh! They brought forward the later part of the modules, which are all on curriculum of the childrens into next week schedule. What i'm trying to say here, is that -- next two weeks lesson are brought forward to next week! YES! was just about to take a time off my busy schedule to at least relax. But i don't think i can. New modules meaning new assignments. *sigh.* And one of my asignment require me to go to a childcare ctr to do some observation on one focus child. Was planning to go next week frieday cause class finish at 12.30. HOWEVER, schedule are changed!Meaning... instead of going for that observation afternoon, we have to go early in the morning. Argggh! and right after observation, i have to go back tanjong pagar for my lecture. Imagine that man! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to that, our allowance are delayed! Hmmmppfffhhh! okay laar. As for those below 21, they doesn't get the GST offset thingy(that inludes me, of course!). And today, those above 21 keep talking about that. Quite frustating right? I know. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And and, first thing in the morning, met my lecture mate, she was talking about Spain winning ystd match. Then after that, another lecture mates came in and mentioned the same thing again. Then met another person, said the same thing again to me. SPAIN! SPAIN! SPAIN! SPAIN! SPAIN! haiyoh! I get it laa people, hee. Spain won! Wooohooo for you guys who suported Spain! As for me, i'm not really into all this(; muahahhahhah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok. need to go already. Look at the time man! Tmrw got quiz, but luckily its a open book quiz. Phew~ but still, need to at least highlight the main points. takecare readers! Update more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Told you! I'll be whining all the way about the same old stuff. And sorry for being wordy lately. I don't camwhore that much, don't have the time too. Will update pictures once i get my phone back(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6430792251263835798?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6430792251263835798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6430792251263835798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-we-just-pause-for-awhile.html' title='Can we just pause for awhile?'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4286994987367239423</id><published>2008-06-29T00:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T01:19:54.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So excited to be back here. I'm deprived of my internet days. I miss my old days where i madly tuned in to friendster, blogger and etc. Went online jek, botak heads peeps are nudging me. Adoiii... See how fast time flies?? Gosh!! Some of my friends are still schooling and some are already &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;serving NS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Gila or what? Let' s see, hmm. I'm already 18 and yet i feel that i'm still 16 (macam paham laa kann) Yalaa, i don't feel the change YET, i guess. Hee! (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And suddenly i miss everyone! Yes! Those people that has gone through thick and thin with me; my friends, my dearest cousins, and etc. First, i was thinking of my late great grandma, and then nenek, and datuk came along... after that i start to have the image of my gfs and my cousin Kinn. Yerp! She has always be in my mnd, heart and soul. I just miss her so much. Maybe things change alot lately. and maybe i'm the one that cause this changes?I just don't know lah. *sigh* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hmppph! Wait! Life is short you know, so i can't keep sighing all the way till the end of my life kan? Come on Zara! Cheer up babe. No worries right. Things will get better in time. Just let time decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I have always been saying that to myself lately ( hey! i'm not GILA okay!) It's some sort of a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;private speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Where u motivate yourself and make yourself feel good. I know i'm not the only one that does that, I'm sure there's alot of other gila people out there. Anyway, it's not wrong to talk to yourself, not until to that extreme part la of course. Average type of private speech, will do no harm to yourself. Well, you need to have someone to motivate you, and if there's no one able to do that, thennn its all up to YOURSELF, agree? Pls say you agree with me people! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ohh! And, i am also deprived of camwhoring! My handphone went servicing. and i just have no time to camwhore. Even going to school i don't really dress up that much, hahaha. I don't even look like an early childhood educator pon. I look so laid back. WAIT! it's not that i don't have the interest to study, Just that i'm lazy to pick special clothings. And furthermore, i don't travel anywhere else besides home-school and school-home. Do i have a choice to have lepak time? not really. Everywhere i go, every minute, every secs, i will always think abt my assignments. And, my migrain is getting from bad to worse. ): Ape taknyer, face the comp jek. and otak asyik assignment jek 24hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nowadays, lappy laa matair ku. (: he's the one that entertain me. and lappy is the only one that really know abt how i feel. The one that saw my temper, my tears and everything. I love you lappy! &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Okay okay, i know that i'm super random today. Just don't have specific topic to talk about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I guess, i end it here today. Morning to all of you! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Update more soon! Need to get up early tmrw. takecare people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4286994987367239423?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4286994987367239423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4286994987367239423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/06/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7484928865154403787</id><published>2008-06-28T00:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T00:50:38.991+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selamat Ulang tahun zen!</title><content type='html'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST COUSIN!&lt;br /&gt;SITI NORASYIKIN(: student from Temasek Poly.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to wish all the best to you. How fast time flies, and now you're turning to 20 already! and it feels like you and me are just lying together, side by side,  yesterday (when my age is like 12years old? and you 14years old?) Hmm. That's fast. and now, both are like busy with our own commitment. Well, still.. i wish you all the best. In addition, you are back at the devil's town. MUAHAHAHA! YISHUN. (you know, i know heh.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doakan moga2 you sekeluarga sihat0sihat selalu. &amp;amp; murah rezeki. (:&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could drop by one of these days to see how it's going at your house. Hope that everything is alright. Meet soon okay? And and, last but not least... I LOVE YOU COUSIN!&lt;br /&gt;have a great day ahead! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7484928865154403787?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7484928865154403787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7484928865154403787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/06/selamat-ulang-tahun-zen.html' title='Selamat Ulang tahun zen!'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-286586551227461648</id><published>2008-06-27T23:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T01:22:29.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello my dear readers(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. I'm like super tired laa. Today had morning class. And today I had the most boring lectures ever (but not as boring, as its going to be for next week-wednesday!) And not forgetting, that i'm like having a bad day. Had the 'time of the month' and at the same time, my lappy *POOF* my most important and dearest document while i'm about to save it! And the best part was; can't even retrieve the document back. Gosh! It's like the most meaningful work had ever done. Had to re-do everthing and had to remember what our lecturer had told us to change on certain part. All that couldn't be done so, without my most lovable group members; Mak Rocker; Lydia (not MAT rocker tau!) and my three other giler2 friend, Khai, Mira and Maz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those three lady that i just mention, including me, are always having the same 'sickness' we are always hungry and always complain about the coldness of our class. and not forgetting, we always yawn and yawn and yawn.... and yawn... and yawn... and its like never ending till the end of the day. (: Maybe because of the aircon that is super cold or was it because of the lecture that was a 'lil' bit boring? or maybe both? hee! Today felt that time flies soo fast, that all of my lecturemates couldn't believe that it's FRIDAY! well, its not a big deal for some of us. As for me, our weekends are double pack than our weekdays. People are having a great time during their weekends, but us? Maybe laa have half day of entertainment, and we are like back to business once again after had enough of entertainment. ASSIGNMENTS! ASSIGNMENTS! ASSIGNMENTS! gosshh! that is all i could think of right now! ):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry, but you peeps are about to see the SAME complain till the end of the year. hahahaha! Uh-huh~ &amp;amp; byt he end of the year, that's when we can really 'enjoy and appreciate' the plenty free time that we have. As for now, its like NO ENTRY to the world of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffer first, then  can have the fruitful result later on, CHEY! macam paham jek kan!&lt;br /&gt;Oklahh. It's like going to be 1 am soon! I guess, i'll better concentrate back on my assignments.&lt;br /&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-286586551227461648?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/286586551227461648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/286586551227461648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/06/hello-my-dear-readers-hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3685731156154228031</id><published>2008-06-26T20:36:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:06:28.404+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woah! i see someone has been kind enough to update in my blog that is rotting. yeah! check out my chat box man! It's rotting too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, now not anymore. I'm back! Uh-huh~ Like OH FINALLY ZARA is back! So, how is my readers doing out there? Hope you people are just fine. &amp;amp; to my beloved friends, i miss you peeps soo much. It has been quite sometime since i last saw the three of them. *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fi is now far away. (not really that far laa... she's in KL) and as for the rest of them, i just can get through them, by sms or phone calls. I'm sorry girls. If only you people know how pack my whole week are. My assignments are like pilling up, And its just so hard to start and finish off with one. One module took just 3weeks. And on that same week, a new module comes up. Haish. But, hopefully... one day SOON. we'll have a reunion. And HOPEFULLY, when i'm having a free time, you guys are not having anything else. I got so much things to update. But i don't think, i got the time to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oppps! as for you readers, as you know, i'm starting off with my private diploma right? Yupyup! It's about a mth now. and guess what? Just on the right time that i have a BAD migrain when i had to finish assignmentS by this week. Next week is like 'busy' week for me. The whole week im like having presentations, assignment due date is also within that same week. ohhhgoosshh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dulu tak sekolah, sebok nak sekolah. Now dah sekolah, macam2 complain. nie tk kene laa, tu tak kene laa. Hee! However, class is not that bad afterall, i have some entertainment in class. Nasib baik, lecturemates sume gerek2. lau tak i would be having hard time within this 6mths course. Alhamdulilah! My F20 peeps are just great! Kecoh-rable laa senang kate! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And im always the one asyik kene buli. ehh! tak, some under 21yrs old peeps pon ade uhh kene buli. tapi paling rabak i laa kan? sume sibok bobal pasal duit GST. hmphhh! And and, my class dah mcm tgh winter season! SEJUK GILER! go to lecture everyday nk kene siap pakai winter clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oklaahh, i think i have to stop here for now. Got to do some research. and finish up a lil on my assignments. I'll be back soon(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3685731156154228031?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3685731156154228031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3685731156154228031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/06/back-again.html' title='Back again.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6795423596736919848</id><published>2008-05-26T22:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T17:10:15.593+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELLO I&apos;M JANNAH.'/><title type='text'>The pedestrian.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Oh hello hello helllooo! I am back to blog here, because little miss disappearing is currently busy with school and everything, so I shall be the substitute for updates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; Not that I know all that she's been up to these pass few weeks la, but I'll update more on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As I'm typing this, I am sitting at the back of my lab, having my night class. I just had a tutorial class test, which sucked, but I still managed to pull through 7 questions out of the 10. So.. Yayy! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Life so far has been alright, I guess. In a sense that I don't see myself struggling to pull myself back up on my two feet to stand on the surface of the ground, like I once did about a month ago, or perhaps longer than that. So much has happened since then, and up till this very minute, I think I'm still taking my time to absorb the unfortunate events, and adapt to the current surroundings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt; It all seems okay now, but that doesn't mean it will go back to how it was a year ago. I wouldn't want to elaborate much, but the feeling of being in the center of two worlds is pretty much sucky, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The current downfalls are finally over, and when the month of May arrived, the things which have gotten wrong and ugly previously are starting to fall back into place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Things with the mister is getting better, and as each day passes by, I miss him more and more. Even though we have our own problems, but sometimes I just love solving them together with him. After 4 months, his smile still makes me go all weak in the knees and gaga over him. Ok. I think I must sound really psychotic and pervertic right now, but I'm dead serious. I have never expected to have someone like him so involved in my life. Ever since the first time I saw him up on stage 6 months ago, with his mad antics and lame jokes which cracked everybody up instantly. These past few months have been beautiful, and I'll always be grateful for his presence. He has graduated, that means no more scenery terindah for the both of us at our usual spot in our canteen, but seeing him once a week or maybe once every 2 weeks, though for a little while, is quite enough. Although I'd wish we could spend more time alone together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I've been meeting him during his lunch/dinner breaks for a few days now, and it feels so great having his presence for a few hours of the day. Time is our enemy now, because it's so hard to find a day when we could spend the whole entire day together catching a movie, having a picnic by the beach, or our perfect date at the botanical gardens. It doesn't really matter if we don't meet every single day, or week, or month, because it's the small days we have that make me fall deeper in love with him. We'll make the best of the time we have left now, I hope. Things may be on the upper hand now, but I'm sure we'll be facing many more downfalls in the near future. It's a matter of how we approach them, individually or together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;And I miss my sisters so so much. It's been some time since the four of us last had our gathering, and I can't wait for Wednesday to arrive. Chocolate cream and mocha frappicinos, oreo cheesecake, blueberry bagels, the sunset, our usual hang out place. Just the four of us together, against the world. It's going to be fun fun fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I guess I'll end tonight's entry with a simple goodbye. It's 10:13pm, and my night class as finally ended. I think  by the time I reach home, it's going to be close to midnight. Oh nooo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;With love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Orange. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6795423596736919848?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6795423596736919848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6795423596736919848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/05/with-every-kiss-and-every-hug-you-make.html' title='The pedestrian.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1858663519366315178</id><published>2008-05-11T20:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:40:52.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy mothers' day cum Frank's restaurant opening ceremony(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Start off the day, wishing mama Happy Mothers' Day(: + kiss(muaacckkss) and a hug, that brightens up her day a lil' (hopefully). As usual, she makes breakfast for us, helped her with cutting the onions &amp;amp; garlics. Then sms all the dearest MOMS that i know just to wish them HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY. Then around 5 in the evening, mama went to the cemetery with Cik Ogy to visit my grandparent's graveyard. Wanted to follow them badly but couldn't. Have to stay home and takecare of lil princess(: At night when out with Kak Ana to Frank's restaurant opening ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Haish. And not forgetting to say HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY to my late Nenek Asmah. I miss her so much. Miss giving her kiss on her forehead, cheek and last but not least, and a special warm hug. It feels so good when you hug her. It feels like as though she knows my sadness and my sorrow. And by hugging her, i can really feel that all that sadness are lifted off bit by  bit. Seeing her smiles can really make my day.  *Sigh* Still remember the day before she went to a faraway land, she laughed and smiled like she knows that -it was her last day to spend it with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her &amp;amp; atuk &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Moga-moga mereka ditempatkan dgn org-org yg beriman):&lt;br /&gt;Al-Fatihah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1858663519366315178?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1858663519366315178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1858663519366315178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day-cum-franks-restaurant.html' title='Happy mothers&apos; day cum Frank&apos;s restaurant opening ceremony(:'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4305428257510266614</id><published>2008-05-05T19:28:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:00:49.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikea outing again? (:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wTxIebjI/AAAAAAAAA8k/la1OX_IY1n4/s1600-h/DSC03181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wTxIebjI/AAAAAAAAA8k/la1OX_IY1n4/s320/DSC03181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196855242429197874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wUBIebkI/AAAAAAAAA8s/QA0PADywQ7E/s1600-h/DSC03165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wUBIebkI/AAAAAAAAA8s/QA0PADywQ7E/s320/DSC03165.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196855246724165186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wURIeblI/AAAAAAAAA80/Nk2SpJcbyHE/s1600-h/DSC03163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wURIeblI/AAAAAAAAA80/Nk2SpJcbyHE/s320/DSC03163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196855251019132498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wURIebmI/AAAAAAAAA88/IZAGB5dGkE0/s1600-h/DSC03189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wURIebmI/AAAAAAAAA88/IZAGB5dGkE0/s320/DSC03189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196855251019132514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7znxIeboI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Eg-jR7tuj0U/s1600-h/DSC03179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7znxIeboI/AAAAAAAAA9M/Eg-jR7tuj0U/s320/DSC03179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196858884561464962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7zoBIebpI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KoNwzQtAIH0/s1600-h/DSC03184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7zoBIebpI/AAAAAAAAA9U/KoNwzQtAIH0/s320/DSC03184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196858888856432274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wUhIebnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/n2KHgrwoYjg/s1600-h/DSC03186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wUhIebnI/AAAAAAAAA9E/n2KHgrwoYjg/s320/DSC03186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196855255314099826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7zoBIebqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/dTyca8EvtJ4/s1600-h/Zee%27s0383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7zoBIebqI/AAAAAAAAA9c/dTyca8EvtJ4/s320/Zee%27s0383.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196858888856432290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7zoRIebrI/AAAAAAAAA9k/e99UUp4qbo4/s1600-h/Zee%27s0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7zoRIebrI/AAAAAAAAA9k/e99UUp4qbo4/s320/Zee%27s0384.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196858893151399602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7zoRIebsI/AAAAAAAAA9s/nhqLsyZo2WI/s1600-h/DSC03166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7zoRIebsI/AAAAAAAAA9s/nhqLsyZo2WI/s320/DSC03166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196858893151399618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB70XBIebtI/AAAAAAAAA90/321BjyyHiLI/s1600-h/DSC03187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB70XBIebtI/AAAAAAAAA90/321BjyyHiLI/s320/DSC03187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196859696310283986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Went out from house at about 9plus just to go Ubi to meet my all-time-favourite-lover to go jogging. Yeah, u guys didn't heard it wrongly. WE DID GO JOGGING around the field then went to the fitness corner. Fuhh! Panas dier, aku pon dah mcm ayam panggang laa seyy. Wait, here comes the funny part. While fee and me was on one of those many machine, then ade budak COURTS deliver the stuff at the block there. Nak angkat bende tuu, buat laa hall anta bende. HAHAHAHA! sekali... biler time nk go off, sibuk mengatal.. they forgotten to close their lorry nye door yg belakang. wakakaka! paiseh kan kan?? next time nk paisehkan diri check dulu blind spot. ahahahahah(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh, then we headed to fee's crib to chill down first, then get ready to go IKEA. Fee wanted to get her curtain and cushion. That day went there to eat the hotdog bun and buy candles, the candle stand and etc. Before heading to IKEA tampiness, we went to Tamp Mall, i wanted to get something from POPULAR for my school stuff. As for Fee, she bought her Korean Language Guide book.  Urgh, TM is not the place i want to be. hahahaha. Just hate the place so much. Maybe cause it's crowded with school uniform kids. hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After much walking around, we headed home straight from IKEA, took cab. Pheww! We both are sooooo sleepy, but still can mange camwhore. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. that's all for today peeps!&lt;br /&gt;(: update more soon! sorry for the delay. heehee (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4305428257510266614?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4305428257510266614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4305428257510266614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/05/ikea-outing-again.html' title='Ikea outing again? (:'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7wTxIebjI/AAAAAAAAA8k/la1OX_IY1n4/s72-c/DSC03181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1545523082455868859</id><published>2008-05-02T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:19:54.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IKEA outing.</title><content type='html'>Weee! Had whole lot of FUN! YES! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt;! of course, with no other than with my lovable sisters. though i just recover from my vomitting sickness. Sob sob...  Met Jann at Eunos, then headed to Fee's crib. Tunggu dier siap and tunggu aku jahit my cardigan. hahaha! REached at about 2plus. Then janji Mar to meet at Eunos at about 3.45 gitu. Went straight to Tamp, to take the shuttle bus to go IKEA. After getting all the essential stuff we need, then we headed to Tamp Mall- to eat, get Fee's parent anniversary cake and cuci mate(: No laa. Its the same old stuff we see. Same type of guys jek. Well, nothing much to talk about also. So, enjoy the pics. More to come- have to wait for the sisters to upload(: Do tag me aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76KxIebuI/AAAAAAAAA98/Tb32EgnbMQg/s1600-h/Fee.Zee.Jann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76KxIebuI/AAAAAAAAA98/Tb32EgnbMQg/s320/Fee.Zee.Jann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196866082926653154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76LBIebvI/AAAAAAAAA-E/g-YjCfx9SU0/s1600-h/Zee%27s0356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76LBIebvI/AAAAAAAAA-E/g-YjCfx9SU0/s320/Zee%27s0356.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196866087221620466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76LBIebwI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Qa6xQrotRYU/s1600-h/Zee%27s0357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76LBIebwI/AAAAAAAAA-M/Qa6xQrotRYU/s320/Zee%27s0357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196866087221620482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76LRIebxI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zzwgm_iolBM/s1600-h/Zee%27s0358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76LRIebxI/AAAAAAAAA-U/zzwgm_iolBM/s320/Zee%27s0358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196866091516587794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76LRIebyI/AAAAAAAAA-c/_3iZkLMroIE/s1600-h/Zee%27s0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76LRIebyI/AAAAAAAAA-c/_3iZkLMroIE/s320/Zee%27s0360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196866091516587810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Good Night! (: Muaacckkks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1545523082455868859?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1545523082455868859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1545523082455868859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/02/ikea-outing.html' title='IKEA outing.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB76KxIebuI/AAAAAAAAA98/Tb32EgnbMQg/s72-c/Fee.Zee.Jann.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1438212304875171940</id><published>2008-04-21T18:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:02:59.319+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HELLO I&apos;M JANNAH.'/><title type='text'>Adventure Scapes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Now. Since I'm still in her account, I think I shall stay for a little while and leave a trace for her readers. My next lesson begins in 15 minutes, so I'll just steal time to blog for while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The past week has been a bitch, I wonder myself how I had the energy to keep holding on, and still believe that things were going to be okay. However, life goes on, there isn' time to dwell on certain issues. Plus, with all the other problems I seem to be facing now, I don't wish to comprehend why unfortunate things keep happening. At times when the world just keeps crumbling down on top of me, I don't want to know the reasons why. I believe God put me through these obstacles to make me into a better person. Even though I don't know myself well enough to know how to handle such cases, I'll live by it, and let nature take its course. Maybe time will heal everything, maybe there wouldn't be a solution to solve it all. It may seem like I don't care about things going wrong, but the fact is, I'm as clueless as to what else I have to do, I'll just stay put and watch things happen, without having the power or knowledge to do the right thing. Sometimes, this silence is seen at a wrong point of view, and what's already bad gets worse, and I can't seem to entangle myself from such predicaments I'm facing. In the end, the fault points back to me, and because of keeping my mouth shut, not knowing what else to voice out, I tend to disappoint the wrong people. But it's okay. Time can change me, but I can't change time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Currently, I think I'm really grateful for the little things I've got in life now. It may not be much to others out there, but I seem contented with whatever I've got. With little things in life, you learn to appreciate it more. So I'll stand by with how life is, even though at times, it may seem really at its lowest and just when it couldn't suck more, it would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;As for the love life, I'll always be in a stage where there isn't an absolute confirmed label to whatever situation I am in with him. We love one another, yes, but there isn't any official strings attached, that if other girls wants to get to know him, I am in no place to say anything. This is the one feeling I hate the most. You wanna say something, but you can't, because he doesn't already belong to you, therefore, he is free to mingle around with anyone he wants. Looking at it at a matured view, I began to apprehend the current situation. It hasn't been so long since we knew each other, I guess it's best if I know more about him rather than rush into things. Knowledge is a tricky thing. But the greatest thing about us is; there isn't much secrets between us. And I love the way he can tell me about the many girls he came across who wants his number or has their eyes on him, so openly. He isn't ashamed, he isn't afraid, and he doesn't really keep these things from me. There's honesty, and I guess, as the time passes by, I've grown to learn to trust him, more and more each day. Though at times when my handphone never beeps with his usual text messages, or receive his many surprise midnight phonecalls, I can't possibly be too dependent on him too much. It used to disappoint me so much, but I looked past those disappointments. He has got a life to live, and I can't possible have him 24/7 every day. I'll bet when my sisters read this, they'll be thinking "Woww, my sister has changed. She's getting matured. I'm so proud!" Ye la, Jannah. Macam faham. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think I don't wanna be too depressed or feel sorry for myself. Moving on. With all that had happened previously, it's best to learn from my mistakes and move forward. Just like the Robinsons (that cartoon movie), "Keep moving forward!" Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok. Lesson's about to begin. Until the next time I'll drop by, see ya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Yours truly, Jann. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1438212304875171940?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1438212304875171940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1438212304875171940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/04/adventure-scapes.html' title='Adventure Scapes.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-348972775977956231</id><published>2008-04-20T22:49:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:05:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY MD RYAN DANISH(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8EzxIecRI/AAAAAAAABCA/AK5muGhJDeU/s1600-h/DSC03683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8EzxIecRI/AAAAAAAABCA/AK5muGhJDeU/s400/DSC03683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196877782417568018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8DcRIecFI/AAAAAAAABAg/V6hqe6WluLQ/s1600-h/dsc01455-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8DcRIecFI/AAAAAAAABAg/V6hqe6WluLQ/s320/dsc01455-copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196876279179014226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS you can see, the birthday boy, is the one yg the most top pic. Yeah, that handsome boy right there! He's two years old. Uh-huh. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penat smlm lom abes, dah ader event lagi. HAHAHA. Hmm. Malas uhh nak update by words, just hope you people enjoy the pictures i'v put up for you. okay?? Let the pictures do the talking for me. Muahahaha. Tata. takecare readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-348972775977956231?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/348972775977956231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/348972775977956231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-md-ryan-danish.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY MD RYAN DANISH(:'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8EzxIecRI/AAAAAAAABCA/AK5muGhJDeU/s72-c/DSC03683.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-2641154918334162542</id><published>2008-04-19T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:49:28.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Piala Seni Dikir 3 cum Putri Qistina Birthday celebration(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Arrgghh! Had a freaking long day. Woke up early just to meet Jann for her Piala Seni Dikir 3, Ayer Rajah CC. Met her at Jurong East MRT and off we go to Buona Vista. Cause Cik Khairul said, the place was near there. Padahal it was near my place.  Aduhh! Dah lah ngantok. then we are blur sotong seeyy. Terpakse laa, Cik K pick us up at there just to send us there. hahahha. the best thing is, when we reach there, at the registration place belom ader org, yang ader is all the groupies that are there to watch the PSD. haish* We are super damn early, so we took off from there to one of the hawker centre aroudn there. Spend our time like hell. Went to the playground, fitness corner and god knows where else we went. At about 12 we're back for good. hahaha! I like the Panjy performance, and i like one the group punye tukang karut. Cute laa kate kann. hahaha. Mak yong kedek was jannah's *friend group. So, it was not bad uhh. (:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then at about 7plus, i had to rush to City Plaza. My sister organise a small birthday celebration for Ina. Pheeww! From one end, to the other end laa sey... Makan like no one else bussiness. Bloated like hell, then camwhore with cousins and those who were there... then at last! I'M HOME! kk. sleepy liao! Night! Here are some pictures for you readers.  Bye for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8AKhIeb4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/iy--ZnlXGaQ/s1600-h/PSD.5..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8AKhIeb4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/iy--ZnlXGaQ/s320/PSD.5..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872675701452674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8AKxIeb6I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3sjjhxg_RlM/s1600-h/PSD.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8AKxIeb6I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/3sjjhxg_RlM/s320/PSD.7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872679996420002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8AKxIeb8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/tVmmoFZXkjY/s1600-h/PSD.8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8AKxIeb8I/AAAAAAAAA_k/tVmmoFZXkjY/s320/PSD.8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872679996420034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8ALBIeb-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/dYgjd4kQu1U/s1600-h/PSD.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8ALBIeb-I/AAAAAAAAA_w/dYgjd4kQu1U/s320/PSD.10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872684291387362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8ALxIecAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JBxjYSDyzbU/s1600-h/zeeNjann.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8ALxIecAI/AAAAAAAAA_8/JBxjYSDyzbU/s320/zeeNjann.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872697176289282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_2BIeb3I/AAAAAAAAA_E/V5Aj5CH-kS4/s1600-h/PSD.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_2BIeb3I/AAAAAAAAA_E/V5Aj5CH-kS4/s320/PSD.3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872323514134386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_1hIeb0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/D2KHQGweC3o/s1600-h/cuzens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_1hIeb0I/AAAAAAAAA-s/D2KHQGweC3o/s320/cuzens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872314924199746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_1RIebzI/AAAAAAAAA-k/pZHTYhH4SyM/s1600-h/DSC03611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_1RIebzI/AAAAAAAAA-k/pZHTYhH4SyM/s320/DSC03611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872310629232434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_1xIeb1I/AAAAAAAAA-0/GfVVSqIICos/s1600-h/ina_ian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_1xIeb1I/AAAAAAAAA-0/GfVVSqIICos/s320/ina_ian.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872319219167058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_1xIeb2I/AAAAAAAAA-8/HfSdNoarGMo/s1600-h/PSD.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB7_1xIeb2I/AAAAAAAAA-8/HfSdNoarGMo/s320/PSD.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196872319219167074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-2641154918334162542?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2641154918334162542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2641154918334162542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/04/piala-seni-dikir-3-cum-putri-qistina.html' title='Piala Seni Dikir 3 cum Putri Qistina Birthday celebration(:'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/SB8AKhIeb4I/AAAAAAAAA_M/iy--ZnlXGaQ/s72-c/PSD.5..jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8592560578743286884</id><published>2008-04-11T11:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:28:02.124+08:00</updated><title type='text'>23rdMarch2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It is difficult to say goodbye to someone or something you really love. It is a strain on the feelings and to those of us who feel and allow emotions to flow freely, there is a certain sad sweetness when we say goodbye. What is referred to here is when we say goodbye permanently, or semi-permanently; that is when we do not expect to see the person soon or perhaps ever again. When we grow to love someone, we form a wholeness with that person; when we say goodbye, that wholeness is broken&amp;amp; it is as if a part of us is wrenched away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest situation in which to say goodbye is when we are bidding farewell to a loved one who has gonefrom this world. I guess wakes &amp;amp;funeral rites were probably formulated so that we can make this goodbye emotionally tolerable. A great deal of holinessis thrown over the related rituals, which appear to be formulated in order to honour the departed one and to ensure his/her place in the next world. Let's put aside such beliefs, as for me, I see that the rituals were probably created so that we can console ourselves when we say goodbye. Don't you think so? The tide and sadness tears that we manage to hold back , usually burst out when the rituals are over &amp;amp; stark reality- that we will nvr see our beloved again- thrusts itself on us. Such goodbyes, are heart wrenching indeed. &lt;i  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Saying goodbye to my beloved late grandmother which left this world for good on the 23rd March, was really tough one for me. Especially when I didn't get the chance to see her when she open her eyes the day before she left. I just couldn't believe that she's gone so soon. Now, I can still feel her presence. However, i just have to get the fact that she's no longer here. And what is left for us; the family members, is to pray for her well-being on the next world. Now, the only thing we get to keep is only the memories that she left behind, is just unforgettable to us. ):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, moving on to the other 'goodbye'.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up with someone who has been a beloved over a period of time is another sad goodbye. Some of us are 'old-fashioned' enough to put in our all into a relationship. It is really devastating when we realize that the other party to the relationship has been frivolous about it &amp;amp; has been restraining himself or herself. It is even more devastating when the relationship has been strong on both sides &amp;amp; when we have to break up because of circumstances; as in the case when one party leaves the country for good because his\her parents decide to send them over, often in such cases, i see posibility that the goodbye marks the end of a stage of a life &amp;amp; the beginning of another. Also, we may often see the person we saying goodbye to again. However the situation is not the same. For example, when a close friend or neighbour leaves for another neighbourhood , it is possible to continue seeing the neighbour, but it is the same thing? Can we still be as close as before? Can we still exchange food? Can we do almost everything that we used to do?Certainly not without special effort. The goodbye here is to a person as well as to a certain lovable situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that gdbyes are just another way of saying "see you soon!' Naturally, I think in such cases gdbyesto fuss abt. But 'real' goodbyes are painful if not devastating. Yet, there is sweetness abt it all that we cannot explain. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the end of my entry. So sorry for the wordy entry, But i hope all of u like what i've put up here. And this post is specially made for my late grandmother): Let's take some time off for now to reminisce the moments that we have spent with our loved ones that has left us.&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8592560578743286884?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8592560578743286884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8592560578743286884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/04/23rdmarch2008.html' title='23rdMarch2008'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3857892451781797174</id><published>2008-04-10T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T11:50:19.555+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's one years old now(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R_7btiy8s9I/AAAAAAAAA8c/RM1ae8anypQ/s1600-h/Putri+Qistina+Tan+%28B%29-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R_7btiy8s9I/AAAAAAAAA8c/RM1ae8anypQ/s400/Putri+Qistina+Tan+%28B%29-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187825396258485202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 1st  YEAR BIRTHDAY TO MY DEAREST NIECE- PUTRI QISTINA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;May you continue living in this happiness that we've given you all this while. No matter what, you are everything to us. Stay cute and always be cheeky like always okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through each and every obstacles of life with you has brought me alot of new life experience. You shine my world of darkness. Without you here, i don't think i can still stand strong with whatever shites has happened in my life. With you around, i can barely remember all those problems that i'm facing. Your smile means alot to me, and of course, to my family. I can hardly believe that you are 1 years old now. Watching you taking your first step, can make me almost shed tears. You're a bright and gifted child, i must say. Hearing you calling my name, is almost unbelievable.Hmm. Kk. Aunt Zee wish you all the happiness in the world, okay? Moga-moga panjang umur &amp;amp; murah rezeki. Be a good and filial god daughter to my sister okay? We are all here for you, darling. MUAAACCKKKSS! &lt;3&lt;3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3857892451781797174?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3857892451781797174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3857892451781797174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/04/shes-one-years-old-now.html' title='She&apos;s one years old now(:'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R_7btiy8s9I/AAAAAAAAA8c/RM1ae8anypQ/s72-c/Putri+Qistina+Tan+%28B%29-5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8182763054455904221</id><published>2008-04-09T16:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:02:49.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>she's back(:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LIKE FINALLY I'M BACK AFTER 2 FREAKING MONTHS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so sorry for letting my dear lovable readers out there, to wait so long for my entry.&lt;br /&gt;(: my apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be updating more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;abt&lt;/span&gt; my freaking roller coaster life soon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;just wanna be brief here.&lt;br /&gt;love you peeps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;muaackkks&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8182763054455904221?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8182763054455904221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8182763054455904221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/04/shes-back.html' title='she&apos;s back(:'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7052479957240440367</id><published>2008-02-09T14:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T16:30:24.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pissed.</title><content type='html'>Is it  just so hard for people to reply people message. and i think they love or maybe enjoying the fact that they are loved and they get msg that shows how important they are to them. WELL, ehh HELLO! no matter how good looking you are, its a such a waste if u misuse the extra gift god has given you. Semuenyer adelah sementare. Who knows, he might seized it from you one fine day? And u regret? It's too late! Well, listen up yeah.  I'm the victim here. and you are like punishing me as i i'm the one that do all that shites to you. HAHAHAHA! think again. if i can forgive and want to forget slowly(i guess) why can't you? gosh! you messed up my life and you are making this situation worst by treating me that way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7052479957240440367?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7052479957240440367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7052479957240440367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-it-just-so-hard-for-people-to-reply.html' title='pissed.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-303707105937613150</id><published>2008-02-09T14:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:20:33.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I just don't fancy people that love to talk about their loved ones to others,&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SECRETLY&lt;/span&gt;. and what i hate the most is that  they tends to  finger point to  their partner without saying to the public what's their mistakes. AND! they just shut himself/herself up. pretending that their partner was the victim."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-303707105937613150?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/303707105937613150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/303707105937613150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-just-dont-fancy-people-that-love-to.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-2197521070064131576</id><published>2008-02-08T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:46:45.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm leaving messages  telling you I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much?&lt;br /&gt;Why you tryna diss me? When I just wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much? Tell me what's the issue ? Who I give these lips to ?&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much ?&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into something I ain't hip to.&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much ?&lt;br /&gt;See you got me all alone&lt;br /&gt;Waiting right here by the phone  for you to call me,&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear your voice tone&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering if you was even feeling me, I keep on wondering if this was even meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Tell me imma waste of time, boy&lt;br /&gt;You showing me no sign, is it cuz u on&lt;br /&gt;Ya gine, cuz your always on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering if everything you said was true&lt;br /&gt;I keep on wondering if you were really coming through&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go again blowing you up,&lt;br /&gt;And my girlfriends keep telling me&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing too much&lt;br /&gt;Now here I go again blowing you up,&lt;br /&gt;And my girlfriends keep telling me&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing too much&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving messages &lt;br /&gt;Telling you I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much&lt;br /&gt;Why you tryna diss me&lt;br /&gt;When I just wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Who I give these lips to&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into&lt;br /&gt;Something I ain't hip to&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out with my girls tryna have a good time&lt;br /&gt;And you know I'm looking fly tryna meet sum other guys&lt;br /&gt;But it gets hard sometimes cuz there ain't no one just like you&lt;br /&gt;I try my best but I can't shake this thing u got me going through&lt;br /&gt;All i can picture is the color of your eyes, and the way u make me smile&lt;br /&gt;I ain't felt this in a while,&lt;br /&gt;But I came to a conclusion that this is pure illusion&lt;br /&gt;Chaos and confusion but I'm not gonna let it ruin&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel about myself cuz I have self-esteem, sometimes I&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving messages&lt;br /&gt;Telling you I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much&lt;br /&gt;Why you tryna diss me&lt;br /&gt;When I just wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's the issue&lt;br /&gt;Who I give these lips to&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much&lt;br /&gt;This is turning into&lt;br /&gt;Something I ain't hip to&lt;br /&gt;Baby am I doing too much ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-2197521070064131576?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2197521070064131576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2197521070064131576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-leaving-messages-telling-you-i-miss.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6911783254156179635</id><published>2008-02-07T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:15:54.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It took too long, it took too long, it &lt;u style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;took too long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;call back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And normally I would just forget that&lt;br /&gt;Except for the fact it was my birthday&lt;br /&gt;My stupid birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I played along, I played along, I played along&lt;br /&gt;Rolled right off my back&lt;br /&gt;But obviously my armor was cracked&lt;br /&gt;What kind of a boyfriend would forget that&lt;br /&gt;Who would forget that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The type of guy who doesn.t see&lt;br /&gt;What he has until she leaves&lt;br /&gt;Don.t let me go&lt;br /&gt;.Cuz without me you know you.re lost&lt;br /&gt;Wise up now or pay the cost&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.re not livin. - .til you.re livin.&lt;br /&gt;Livin. with me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not winnin. - .til you.re winnin.&lt;br /&gt;Winnin. me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not gettin. - .til you.re gettin.&lt;br /&gt;Gettin. me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not livin. - .til you.re livin.&lt;br /&gt;Livin. for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential breakup song&lt;br /&gt;Our album needs just one&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please, please tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got along, we got along, we got along&lt;br /&gt;Until you did that&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is just my stuff back&lt;br /&gt;Do you get that&lt;br /&gt;Let me repeat that&lt;br /&gt;I want my stuff back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can send it in a box&lt;br /&gt;I don.t care just drop it off&lt;br /&gt;I won.t be home&lt;br /&gt;.Cuz without me you know your lost&lt;br /&gt;Minus you I.m better off&lt;br /&gt;Soon you will know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.re not livin. - .til you.re livin.&lt;br /&gt;Livin. with me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not winnin. - .til you.re winnin.&lt;br /&gt;Winnin. me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not gettin. - .til you.re gettin.&lt;br /&gt;Gettin. me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not livin. - .til you.re livin.&lt;br /&gt;Livin. for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can try, you can try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know I know it.d be a lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without me you.re gonna die&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;you better think clearly clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you nearly nearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bust up the situation&lt;/span&gt; that you.re gonna miss dearly dearly&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You.re not livin. - .til you.re livin.&lt;br /&gt;Livin. with me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not winnin. - .til you.re winnin.&lt;br /&gt;Winnin. me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not gettin. - .til you.re gettin.&lt;br /&gt;Gettin. me&lt;br /&gt;You.re not livin. - .til you.re livin.&lt;br /&gt;Livin. for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential breakup song&lt;br /&gt;Our album needs just one&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby please, please tell me&lt;br /&gt;This is the potential makeup song&lt;br /&gt;Please just admit you.re wrong&lt;br /&gt;Which will it be, which will it be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6911783254156179635?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6911783254156179635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6911783254156179635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/02/it-took-too-long-it-took-too-long-it.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-9154359865057144546</id><published>2008-02-06T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T00:21:26.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;To &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;DIAN MOHAMED YASSIN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I dont know whether what i've heard about you is basically a make-up story or the true fact. But look at your age and compare it with mine, we have 5yrs difference in age, yet you seems to not act like your age. If you hate me so much you can just say it to my face, go through me, you dont need to discriminate me to my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LASTLY, PLEASE ACT LIKE YOU ARE 23YRS OLD! I DONT MESS WITH YOUR LIFE, SO YOU DON'T CREATE UNNECESSARY SHITES IN MINE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-9154359865057144546?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/9154359865057144546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/9154359865057144546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-dian-mohamed-yassin-i-dont-know.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4951607239351814295</id><published>2008-01-31T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T18:05:41.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A huge HELLO from me to you, readers! Heehee! It's been such a long time since i last updated. Gosh? 2weeks ago? Hahahaha. My apology cause you people are reading the same old wordy entry for the past few days. SORRY(: !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy lately. &lt;u&gt;TOO&lt;/u&gt; many stuff happened. Uh-huh~ Things are happening weirldly lately. Unexpected stuff, seems to happen each day. Gosh! I use to say that i'm loving being 18. But but... Guess that i have to change to what i've said, --&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being an 18 year old teen sucks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!" Urgh! I want to be young and nvr want to face all this shit now. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started smoothly. The day before my birthday, was a perfect day for me! Went to TTSH to visit Nenek. She was hospitalised for three days. And i've been going there almost everyday with Syikin. Fahmi was suppose to fetch me that evening BUT! he cancelled our meeting suddenly. he said he need to accompany his mom or something. And coincidently, mama called my aunt to inform me that my sister are coming down, to fetch me. Hmm.... What a sudden change of plans. So, i didn't suspect anything. Went home and mama was all dressed up. So did Ina! Hmm.... *sniff sniff* smelling something fishy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nak gi mane ni? Semue rushing-rushing siap ni?" I asked them. " Jalan-jalan IMM." my mom said. Went out from the house and headed to IMM. Reached there, and both my mom and sister is busy calling up people. Then we went in to SWENSEN. I was totally blur. Then mama and sister left me and ina at the table. Due-due hilang gi mana entah. SUDDENLY, saw mama coming back to our table with FAHMI! i was like, "What the hell is going on man!" Then, sister came with abg Ciko. hahaha. And they said that this was a small surprise birthday celebration from them to me. Awwwwwwwww. Ate the food, my special oreo ice cream cake &amp;amp; the yummylicious ice cream. heehee! *burp* BUT WAIT! That's not the only thing that they've prepared for me. GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took cab home. Sister asked to sit down for awhile. She claim that she misplaced the house keys.So, everyone didn't act that suspiciously. And i was FOOLED! Urgh! Abg Ciko took a short video on his hp and out of sudden! *Piak!* There goes, with eggs on my head, and whipped cream all over my body! Eeeeeewwwwwww! Yeah! All of them, planned to sabo me. and they DID! AAARRRRGGGHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;So, here i am on the night of my birthday, my body is smell of eggs and whipped cream. Thanks to all of them(: But still, i do appreciate them. Love u people many2((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on the day itself(24january) Olevel Results was out. It was ok. Not a great grade, but manage to pass. Thanks MOE for th great prezziee. heehee! Then, Went to TTSH again. But not alone this time. Was with mama and Fahmi and Ina. Spend the rest of the day, choosing what course that i intend to go. Yeah, my birthday was a bit mundane. But, at least, the people that i love are with me on that day. So, thanks to them once again! (:&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. After my 18th birthday, so many stuff happen. Mama is sick. And keeps going back to NUH. And on Valentine's Day, she's having her major op. *praying hard for her* And more bad news received after 25january. My nenek, my mom, my sister. my brother. Argghh! How do i have to face all this at a time? Sigh. And after the perfect day, things changed. Mishap, bad news, and heartbreaking facts that i have to accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... yeah. Things are not very good for me. And it's like getting worse. Too much pressure. ):&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today's update to end January entries. (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4951607239351814295?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4951607239351814295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4951607239351814295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/01/huge-hello-from-me-to-you-readers.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-2140430193890489536</id><published>2008-01-30T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T17:25:03.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mocca - The Best Thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve got the best thing in the world&lt;br /&gt;Coz’ I got you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And this screw little world&lt;br /&gt;Let’s hold hand together&lt;br /&gt;We can share forever&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday the sky will be coloured with our love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Feeling emptyness in my heart&lt;br /&gt;This pain is just too realI dream about you, with someone else&lt;br /&gt;Please say that you love me&lt;br /&gt;That we’ll never be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to promise&lt;br /&gt;That you will be faithfull&lt;br /&gt;And there will be lots and lots of love&lt;br /&gt;It is the thing that really matters in this world…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-2140430193890489536?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2140430193890489536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2140430193890489536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/01/mocca-best-thing-ive-got-best-thing-in.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1161618594844577176</id><published>2008-01-19T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T13:08:19.818+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='turn around.....'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ohhhh yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh nooo...&lt;br /&gt;Is it me, or did we agree to love,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere I don't feel we got enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's you, but what about me?&lt;br /&gt;it seems like your living life without me&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to have your time but&lt;br /&gt;my space in your heart is closing up&lt;br /&gt;And the place where pictures hanging,&lt;br /&gt;is the only time that you're with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here out all alone,&lt;br /&gt;oh no. I'm still right here, where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around, don't you feel something missing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you promised you would love,&lt;br /&gt;but you gotta act so far away.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm holding on please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;I see you but i don't feel you,&lt;br /&gt;can't get your attention to to save our love.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and see me now .&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me down,&lt;br /&gt;please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think I've must have get too much&lt;br /&gt;cause i felt the road was getting rough.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly i felt lonely out here&lt;br /&gt;I looked beside me to find you not there.&lt;br /&gt;Said you would love and protect me,&lt;br /&gt;all i have is the words you left me.&lt;br /&gt;Here i stand with the plans in my head,&lt;br /&gt;its getting me the love that you said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me all alone,&lt;br /&gt;no no no noI'm still right here...&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around, don't you feel something missing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you promised you would love,&lt;br /&gt;but you gotta act so far away.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm holding on please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;I see you but i don't feel you,&lt;br /&gt;can't get your attention to to save our love.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and see me now.&lt;br /&gt;don't let me down,please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna see the tears I cry on my pillow,&lt;br /&gt;that doesn't compare what your doing to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You don't even know I'm in need of love.&lt;br /&gt;Calling you love but you don't seem to hear it,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm losing you now.&lt;br /&gt;Please just look around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around, don't you feel something missing?&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one you promised you would love,&lt;br /&gt;but you gotta act so far away.&lt;br /&gt;While I'm holding on please turn around.&lt;br /&gt;I see you but i don't feel you,&lt;br /&gt;can't get your attention to to save our love.&lt;br /&gt;Look back and see me now&lt;br /&gt; don't let me down,please turn around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1161618594844577176?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1161618594844577176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1161618594844577176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/01/ohhhh-yeahhhh-ohhh-nooo.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7839213987305058730</id><published>2008-01-15T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T12:52:34.745+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rotting at home. Waiting for Giordano to call up. *sigh* no hope laa. So, forget it i guess? Well, today fahmi didn't went to work. He got a call from ITE bishan, to come down for retail course interview. So, that's why partly he didn't went to work, i think. Well, he wanted to pursue his dream to continue studies, good for him then. *clap hands*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, waiting for GCE Olevels result. Urgh! Penantian satu penyiksaan. Not looking forward to that. Anw, left 9more days to my 18th BIRTHDAY! weeeeeeeeeeee~~~~~~~ Like at last laa kann. (: hmm. got so many things that i want. Well, will blog abt that another day, not in a good mood for long post. that's all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7839213987305058730?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7839213987305058730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7839213987305058730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/01/rotting-at-home.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6399141000366448021</id><published>2008-01-13T00:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T01:04:37.017+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY 6TH MONTHSARY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R4jx5-kfhUI/AAAAAAAAA8U/y0HDheiBi1U/s1600-h/DSC00360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154635751876429122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R4jx5-kfhUI/AAAAAAAAA8U/y0HDheiBi1U/s320/DSC00360.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Yayy! Time flying fast heh? Well, this month, not going to be long winded and all. Cause, every month is like the same old thing. Just hope that we'll always be strong&amp;amp; stay like the way we use to. Kan kan kan? It's not easy okay to reach till here. Not in our relationship, right dearest? hee! Well, happy always! Happy 6mthsary(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6399141000366448021?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6399141000366448021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6399141000366448021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-6th-monthsary-yayy-time-flying.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R4jx5-kfhUI/AAAAAAAAA8U/y0HDheiBi1U/s72-c/DSC00360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3605931389967092414</id><published>2008-01-11T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:14:15.506+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t act like a big sister here'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Argghh! I hate people that are arrogant. And those that think highly of themselves. And when they starts to talk, they would just say whatever they want without thinking about other people's feelings. As an adult, u should know how to communicate kindly to those who are younger than you, in order you want respect from them. Not by showing off your arrogance. What the hell? Called yourself an highly educated someone? *spit* Even beggars and other lower standard than u know how to interact with people NICELY. get that? if u happen to come across this blog, ohh! im sorry to blog about you. "&lt;em&gt;Sape makan cili dier terase pedas ahh&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how highly educated you are or not, always remember that all this is a gift from God. So, don't over FLAUNT it okay? Ingat sebelum terkene. In this world, there's more highly educated people. But sad to say, they are more well mannered than you! You're only in your early twenties, so what? Big **** is it? Who cares! Even if u are older than me, that doesn't mean u can show your stoopid act to be an better adult infront of those who are younger than u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oppsiie! sorry readers! Just want to make a simple reminder to adults that are only age between 21-25years old, to know their limits of talking to people. Gosh! That "lady" sure got me mad! tk semestinyer dier tue, dier boleh bbl cam kakak kakak. Eh! Stop it ehh! Org lain tue dari dier pon tk act like that. Call yourself a sister to a teenager? Arrogance doesn't bring you to anywhere. Got that? Be more friendly, and people will enjoy having you as their company. That's all folks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3605931389967092414?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3605931389967092414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3605931389967092414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/01/argghh-i-hate-people-that-are-arrogant.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5106862938392617379</id><published>2008-01-10T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:12:13.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Holla&lt;/span&gt; people! I'm back after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;longggggg&lt;/span&gt; MIA. My computer needs some extra time to rest. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;! Glad that everything is okay now. No more pop-ups and everything. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Woaahhh&lt;/span&gt;! When was my last entry? Last year 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dec&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Haish&lt;/span&gt;. My apology. Been running some errands lately. Thought 2008 would be a great year. But? Starting of 2008 was not that bad. Went to countdown with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt; at Causeway Point, watched his dance crew perform. But too bad! We did not make it in time to watch them dance. BUT congrats to them for getting in the 6&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place(: *claps hands* Better luck next time okays?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second day of 2008? Stay at home with Mama. Slack around the house. And if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not wrong, meet up with him, i guess. Can't recall man! 3rd Jan- Mama went check up at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt;. Sister had to sent her and me? babysitting Ina at home. Was cleaning up the house, and realised that my phone was off. Tried to switch on, get to read sister &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sms&lt;/span&gt; that my mom need to stay at the hospital, called her then after talking to her for 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;, my hp died AGAIN. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Urgh&lt;/span&gt;! What a bad timing! Waited for sister to fetch me then went off to see my mom. ):&lt;br /&gt;Pity her! The doc suspected that she had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;gullstones&lt;/span&gt; and its turning into stomach ulcers. And now? The doc says that her liver has lumps and they need to get it out pretty soon. Gosh! What a sudden change of illnesses. She was admitted for 3days? oh wait! 4days! For that 4days, been going back and forth from home to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt; and the procedure continues till she was discharged. Special thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt;, he was there with me and sister all the way. *hugs tight* thanks for being there for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's not it! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Baru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nk&lt;/span&gt; rest, then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ina&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;plak&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;sakit&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Tsk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tsk&lt;/span&gt;! Ina's face is turning into puffer fish. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Besar&lt;/span&gt;! Then, on the day mama was discharged, sister brought her to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;NUh&lt;/span&gt;- Children's Emergency. Doctor said that Ina has tonsil(no idea how to spell it out, but it's something got to do with the throat or something) And doc also said that it's rare to have a 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;mths&lt;/span&gt; old baby to have that. Usually, adult will have it due to smoking and eat spicy food. (sighing) Luckily she was not admitted. Went home after everything was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that was not over yet. 5more days, Ina needs to come back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt; for a checkup. And Mama was called back for a CT Scan for liver on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;jan&lt;/span&gt;. It's an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;urget&lt;/span&gt; case, says the nurse that called up my sister. So, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Fahmi&lt;/span&gt;, my sister, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;abg&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Ciko&lt;/span&gt; and me rushed down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;NUH&lt;/span&gt; to accompany her. Guess what? the caller did not inform us to come two hours before the time given. It's like the procedure of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;scaning&lt;/span&gt;. Mama is required to drink a bottle of yellow-liquid to enable the contrast scanning to show the result more clearer. Supposedly, the time given was at 3:15pm. They delayed till 5:15pm. Then after finish drinking that bottle of water, waited like stupid fools! Then the nurse says, "I think it's the best we let her stay here for one night and we'll do the scanning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;tmrw&lt;/span&gt;." Then sister replied, "You asked my mom to fast since morning, knowing that she can't skip her meals. And now you are asking her to fast till &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;tmrw&lt;/span&gt;? Are you nuts? And furthermore it's not our fault, it's your staff nurse that didn't give us the full detail of this procedure." Then the nurse says, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;. We are at fault. my apology. Now, there's too many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;eemergency&lt;/span&gt; case to be done. Why not you bring her to Kent Ridge Wing 2 building to do her scanning at Class A ward."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You guys are at fault and now, you asking ME to send my mom there ALONE. Without knowing where the hell is the place?! WHAT KIND OF HOSPITAL SERVICE is this?!" my sister said. "Well, my apology. Kindly wait here for awhile, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; get my staff to attend to you shortly to the other building." -THE END-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nurse, but it was their fault too. And now we are waiting for the result. *praying hard* hopefully she's fine. See! I have no time to on my comp or even entertained the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;stoopid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;popups&lt;/span&gt; and hard time to shut down the comp. That explain why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; away for the past few days. Well, now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; back..... Keep tagging &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;aites&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Toodles&lt;/span&gt; people. Need to rest now. (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst! 3more days to our 6mths! andand, 14more days to my..... lalalalalalalala..... 18th Birthday! *hint hint*&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5106862938392617379?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5106862938392617379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5106862938392617379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/01/holla-people-im-back-after-soooooo.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3930483660665254749</id><published>2008-01-04T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T13:41:07.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink decides to dropby-</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;ZARA IS AWAY, SHE'LL BE BACK PRETTY SOON!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3930483660665254749?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3930483660665254749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3930483660665254749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2008/01/pink-decides-to-dropby.html' title='pink decides to dropby-'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7160605192997785821</id><published>2007-12-31T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:12:10.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Orange decided to drop by.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dearest Zara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;The oldest and wise one. I've known you since secondary school, and there's never a day when I regret asking for your name when we first met in class, the time we had our first recess together, the first day we became friends. The very first time when you walked home with me, and discovered that I lived just a few blocks away, and could hardly believe that I did. Though we have had our share of quarrels, we always seem to pull through those rough patches and get back on the right track. The girl with an unbelievable kind heart, pretty eyes and beauty beyond apprehension, you have been a great companion to me, and always making me feel good about myself. The girl who taught me how to kiss, and the wonders of dating boys and such. The girl whose personality is simply alluring, it's utterly incredible. From a stranger, to a friend, and then as good as a big sister, I have never regretted our five years of friendship. I still remember the times we would always hang around at your place after school when you were still living just a few blocks away from me. Oh the times when we would dine in together, with the television switched on with any random movies we feel like watching. Or our many karaoke sessions, with Mak Monyet screaming from the kitchen or the room. Or the times when we'll try to cook something cos we're either hungry or just sit around and talk about things. I still remember the times when we both just can't stand another second in our homes; we would meet at that playground and spend the night gallivanting around the estate, or just sitting at the huts and talk. I'll never forget the gila and selengeh moments we always seem to share. The times spent with you have been the greatest. Although you seem to be living the furthest from the other three, your presence would always be felt among us. I love you, sister. And it is my pleasure to have known you through these years and call you my friend, my sister, my everything. Five years and still going on strong and I'm looking forward for many years to come with this friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With sincerity and lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secret Blogger ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7160605192997785821?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7160605192997785821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7160605192997785821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/orange-decided-to-drop-by.html' title='Orange decided to drop by.'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6367836137420429825</id><published>2007-12-28T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T00:22:58.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Firstly. i would like to apologise if my entry is too &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt; for today. For those who wish to read more till the end, you may do so. As for those who simply &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;hate&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; it, i would much appreciate if you'll just leave this page. Thankyou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 2007 is coming to an end in three days, and i just wish that all my problems and past could be left behind too. Ya, ya. I know, that everything is up to me to decide whether to think about it or not. Well, you ain't me to judge all that. It's been quite sometime since i have a talk to someone about my families and all. *sigh* Have any of you out there feel how is it like to be in an incomplete family? MAYBE some of you have been like me, unsure of what's bothering ourself.. right? and as for those who doesn't know how it feels like to be in this shitty situation, i suggest you just understand us bit by bit. We are not EMO. We are just feeling something is missing in our life, or maybe somethings aren't going the right way. Call us whatever you want, but i'm sure one fine day you'll understand how do we feel. Seriously, I'm not looking forward to 2008. Not even looking forward to my special day where i get a year older. Every year, is the same to me. Nothing special. And the nearer 2008 is, the more i feel so f**k up.Though i have Fahmi, my dearest friends, cousin(s) and all, i still do feel something is missing. People, i do appreciate all of you okay? Don't blame me. It's my natural feelings to feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful with what i have. But.. but... *shout out loud* what the hell is wrong with me? Why do i always hope for something that is impossible to own? Why is it so hard for me to accept the fact that my life is written to be this way? Why? WHY isn't anyone feel guilty of what's happening around? WHY things seems to be easy on them? Isn't life miserable enough for me? Why more? Why doesn't he notice that i still need him after almost 8years apart? Why do i have to be like a beggar to beg for love and care? What wrong have i done? Why punish me this way? It's not only money that i want.... i want us.. the us that we use to be 8years ago.. why choose misery instead of happiness? why is it seems like i'm asking too much? I hate to be haunt by my own life. It's like i have to face the same thing again and again, every year. I can't run from it. It will forever stay this way. Just wondering why all this have to happen? Why do i have to witness every thing with my own very eyes? I'm tired to be this way. i just need someone, anyone who care to take all this off me? Someone willingly hear to what i have to say? And just understand that i've been longing to have a brother's love, father's love and everything. I know, maybe some of you out there, have more f**king moments in life. Well, everyone does, but not to those that are LUCKY still to have everyone they love with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thanks again to those who willing to squint their eyes to read this stoopid 'emo' post. This is the only place i could just let out things. DO tag me aite. give me solutions, how do i make myself feel better? Till here then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6367836137420429825?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6367836137420429825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6367836137420429825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/firstly.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8103819792217991199</id><published>2007-12-26T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:21:00.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Cik Rokiah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Fahmi's Mom&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moga-moga panjang umur, murah rezeki &amp;amp;sihat selalu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Smile always okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;*clap hands!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8103819792217991199?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8103819792217991199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8103819792217991199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-to-cik-rokiah-fahmis-mom.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1178148663579801658</id><published>2007-12-25T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T01:16:17.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woke up late today. It feels so good waking up late. Usually i will have Afdlin, my alarm clock, to wake me up as early as 8am. Gosh! And today is different. Weeeeeeee! &amp;amp;&amp;amp;help out mother to clean up the kitchen. then she says, "&lt;em&gt;bagusnyer lau ade anak nk masak nari. Umur aku dah 51, dh lame tk terase masakan anak-anak aku nie&lt;/em&gt;." hahahahaha. Well, since today is Christmas. i decided to do good deed(: macam paham jek aku nie ehh. Was asking my sister to cook, but she refuses. So, i took the courage to let my family have a taste of bad food(hey! i'm not that evil okay? my cooking doesn't taste bad. it's delicious). hee! Not a complicated dish laa. It's fried macaroni. *wink* hahahhahahahaha. It's yummy okay? My sister was the first to taste it, and she have 3plates of it(: not bad... not bad... *collar up* heehee((: well, well..... after that, i was downloading online movie- Alvin and the chipmunks. Cute stuff! The picture quality is not that good, so was asking my dearest boncet to watch it at the cinema SOON. yayy! can hardly wait. While waiting for the d/l stuff,  i went to tidy up my documents. Such as my pictures, songs and everything. Everything seems to be found at all the folders that can be found! Goodness! So, took off some time to tidy up everything. uh-huh! And then, at about, 8.. went to IMM with mama, ina and sister. Went shopping at FOX. persuaded my sister to buy the top that i want. yayy! and she bought it! lalalallalalalalal~~~ went to banquet cause mama was craving for the chicken rice- steamed chicken. as for me, i ate ban mian. YUMMYLICIOUS! then, headed home at abt 11plus, i think. What a nice wrap up to a 'wonderful' day(:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1178148663579801658?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1178148663579801658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1178148663579801658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/woke-up-late-today.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3736708813474310142</id><published>2007-12-25T01:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:22:37.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>♥ Greetings for you♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Special &lt;strong&gt;Merry christmas &amp;amp; Advance Happy new year &lt;/strong&gt;to Ryo, Fidah, Jannah, Marzura, Faiz, all cousins especially Syikin and to those that know me. Thanks for the wonderful 2007 spent together. I'll for sure cherished every moments that i had with all of you. I'm looking forward to a better, prosperous, happier 2008. Thanks for everything that all of you have done for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;Ryo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still remembered the first time we became friends... those moments were the best moments! Had non-stoppable fun with you. Yeah! Could still remember how you comfort me and all abt stoopid ex that are just out of their mind. Talking on the phone from 8 or 10pm till late night, or should i say till 5am or even up to 6am? Uh-huh! What did we talk eyy till that late. &amp;amp;the first time meet, and that's when i think i've fall for you. Was touched by your care and the way you treated me. Thanks for the laughing partner when i went to the guy's restroom instead of ladies, and for being the one that always listen to me whine abt how life is unfair to me. It feels like it's a dream come true to have you(: Well, those moments are the best. Thanks for being there with me always. and thanks for putting up with almost everything. &amp;amp;thanks for making me laugh, putting a smile on my face when i'm down and thanks for lighting up my dark gloomy days. Just glad that god has let us meet and be together. I'm grateful to him up there that i'm able to have someone like you to care and love me. Thanks for supporting me and all. Really looking forward to 2008, especially 13july. Though there's up's and down's in our relationship, we are still strong. Going through every obstacles. Just want you to know that i love you very much and i would like to take this chance to say I'm sorry for all the hard times. &amp;amp;thanks for all the gifts that you gave. I DO appreciate everything okay? Hope that 2008 will bring us a better happiness. Just be sincere to our love and be faithful to me; like how i'm being faithful to you. Last but not least, hope that our relationship will smoothly sail. Merry X'mas &amp;amp; Happy New year(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;my dearest girlfee(s),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Same like how i thanks Ryo, but you girls deserve more than him laa, of course. Cause, the three of you have been going through alot with me. As for Fee, you are my best of the best primary schmates that i still keep in contact, in fact, you are my lover(: Know almost everything, yeah had to agree with you(what you wrote in your blog), abt out dirty lil secrets and all. Yerps! We are in the same boat. I can feel how you feel. Cause i've been there(the worst situation) before. I hearts you a hell lot! okay? As for Jannah, my dear secondary schmates, or even my classmate for only two years, cause we got separated when each and everyone of us are streamed to a different classes. Well, though we used to fight or even hold grudges aganst each other last time, now, you are the best! We got closer during sec 2. The most talkative classmates and her laugh could make a sleeping tiger to wake up. hee! And as for Mar, the most courteous girlfriend. Still could remember the time where i gave up my sit to you, and you gave up the sit for me too! hahahahah. Yeah! That was during our sec 1 orientation! Woahh! that's a very lonng ago man.... Lastly, to the three of you, thanks for supporting me all the way. Thanks for lending me a shoulder to cry on, a listening ears when i needed one and everything. Just glad that i have all of you with me. Thanks for all the love, care and concern. No matter how far the distance is, always remember that i'll always be there for all of you. i'm still counting the number of years all of us have been together. Hope that this friendship will last long. aite? There's just too much too say, but i'm like running out of words. Hope all of you know what i really mean. For sure, the friendship that i invest in now, is like the greatest asset ever! Merry X'mas &amp;amp; Happy New year(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;em&gt;Syikin&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh my god! YOU are the best! you watch me grow. and you know what are my like(s) and dislike(s). Yeah, we use to be like an enemy during our childhood days. But now? Yerps! you are the best cousin that i've got. Well, taking this special chance to say a huge THANKYOU(: to you dearest! You are always there to hear to what i have to say, no matter how boring it is. You are there when i needed you the most. thanks for the dye hair moments, de-stress moments, stoopid moments- all the moments with you, i'll cherished aite. Thanks for the great 2007. Hope that 2008 will be a better one. And let me tell you this, i'm not looking forward to 2009. Really, i'm not. Though you are eager to go to Vocal School at Bandung, and though i'm glad for you, deep inside... who knows? Do you really have to go? Well, whatever it is, i pray the best for you aite cousin? Always remember that i'll always love you(: Merry X'mas and Happy New year(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and to the rest of you, thanks for the great 2007 yar! I appreciate it alot! To all the cousins and all those who knows me. Hope that 2008 will be another meaningful year ahead for all of you! muuuuuaaaaccckkkksss to all! Merry X'mas and Happy New Year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3736708813474310142?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3736708813474310142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3736708813474310142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/special-merry-christmas-advance-happy.html' title='♥ Greetings for you♥'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-618559516576057272</id><published>2007-12-25T00:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T01:23:10.177+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebration for Kecik's Birthday(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_oxekfhJI/AAAAAAAAA64/9Kpf6UJA7mw/s1600-h/PC241249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147588835825124498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_oxekfhJI/AAAAAAAAA64/9Kpf6UJA7mw/s320/PC241249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_l8OkfhGI/AAAAAAAAA6g/jbvjAmkrK-8/s1600-h/PC241257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147585721973834850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_l8OkfhGI/AAAAAAAAA6g/jbvjAmkrK-8/s400/PC241257.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yayy! My dearest kecik turned 17 at last. We held a small party for her at ECP. After had a piece of cupcakes for each, we went to Parkway Parade to have something to eat. Faiz then suggested that we play pool since it's Mar's birthday and she have been wanting to go pool, so this is it. We went 'hahhahahahahhaa' here, 'hehehhehehehehe' there, 'huahuahuahuahua' here and 'wakakakakaka' there! Alot of furnie incidents laa seyy. Crazy times mayn! Yeah, i think that everyone enjoyed their day today. And as for me, i just love to meet up my girlfees! Saranghaeyo to all! muuuaaaccckkksss! here's are all the pichas. enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_l8ekfhHI/AAAAAAAAA6o/O9_gjCGcMVU/s1600-h/PC241285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147585726268802162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_l8ekfhHI/AAAAAAAAA6o/O9_gjCGcMVU/s400/PC241285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_l8ekfhII/AAAAAAAAA6w/NMWuxEo8rjI/s1600-h/PC241301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147585726268802178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_l8ekfhII/AAAAAAAAA6w/NMWuxEo8rjI/s400/PC241301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_oxekfhKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/nVYqROVceyI/s1600-h/PC241235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147588835825124514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_oxekfhKI/AAAAAAAAA7A/nVYqROVceyI/s320/PC241235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THAT'S ALL FOLKS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-618559516576057272?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/618559516576057272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/618559516576057272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/celebration-for-keciks-birthday-yayy-my.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2_oxekfhJI/AAAAAAAAA64/9Kpf6UJA7mw/s72-c/PC241249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4212381687965714985</id><published>2007-12-24T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:25:31.258+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;♥&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SCANDAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ♥&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R26HROkfhFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Z7Bh8gO0xXU/s1600-h/P1010069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147200154169738322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R26HROkfhFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Z7Bh8gO0xXU/s400/P1010069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥ Marzura, it's your birthday today! The 24th of December. I feel honoured to have known you. I thank the lord for seventeen years of your happiness, your sadness, your curiosity, your failures, your achievements, YOUR Wisdom, way beyond your years. Your beauty of heart, your acceptance of others differences. I sit here on the porch Wondering what to write, A poem or a story Something that brings delight.  So here I go on and on Writing to the world, About your smile so sweet And your hair so curled. We had a laugh when we Thought about the past, Of how we spent our time And of how it slipped so fast.  All the times we had Together were so much fun, And if we get them back With joy I’ll jump and run. Sometimes in life, you find a special friend; someone who changes your life. just by being part of it. Someone who makes you laughuntil you can't stop; Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door just waiting for you to open it. This is Forever Friendship. When you're down, and the world seems dark and empty, Your forever friend lifts you up in spirit and makes that dark and empty world suddenly seem bright and full. Your forever friend gets you through the hard times, the sad times,and the confused times. Your forever friend holds your handand tells you that everything is going to be okay. And if you find such a friend, you feel happy and complete, because you need not worry. You have a forever friend for life, and forever has no end. And by the way Mar, I just wanted to say "Happy Birthday",and ohh ya! SORRY, because you're getting old a lil bit late than the rest of us! Well that's an advantage okay? ((: ♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAR(: Like ohh-finally laa kan! U’re 17years old baybeh! Firstly i would like to wish you all the best in your ‘O’level results next year. And and, moga moga panjang umur dan murah rezeki okay? Smile always, since you have your all-time-entertainer, FAIZ, with you. Hee! I’m sure he always never fail to put a smile on you(: Hope you do enjoy your day today okay?? Celebrate with those loved ones around you. Always remember that I and the rest of the sisters will always lovee you no matter what. And I’m like waiting for surat saman of you and your-all-time-entertainer. Hee! Joking. Jgn marah hah. Birthday tk baik tau marah marah. Takecare sweetheart! And congratulations for being out from my 'disturbing' list. huahuahuahua.&lt;br /&gt;Like i've said to Jannah before, "I cherished every moments; -we had so many moments, some bad, most great- with you.. I'll always remember the love and erase the hate. &amp;amp;i do appreciate everything u've done for me. Going through everything during these 5years with you, is the BEST. I never regretted anything about having you around, infact, i feel that i'm BLESSED, to have a wonderful girlfee just like you." You are no different from the other sisters. All of you are loved aite? Hope you like my special birthday entry made just for ♥ YOU♥ MUUUAAACCCCKKKKSSSS! (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4212381687965714985?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4212381687965714985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4212381687965714985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-my-scandal-marzura-its.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R26HROkfhFI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/Z7Bh8gO0xXU/s72-c/P1010069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-971646812469730738</id><published>2007-12-23T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T14:41:30.584+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woohoo! My weekends is great mayn! Like ohh-finally had some plan for weekends. Yesterday went to Piala Khatulistiwa( dikir barat comp). Yeah, have to agree with my dear cousin Kinn that her school dikir barat is the best, Panjy Sri Temasek- Temasek Polytechnic. And and, Fuhua Sec Sch is the best among the secondary sch cohort. Not sure abt Bedok North Sec, cause we left just before they perform.We were freezing to death. hee ! Ya lorr. The plc is superduper cold. Wonder how the rest of them manage to stay till the end of the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, went to Cityhall to meet Azizah(syikin’s friend). Too bad that jannah couldn’t join us after that. She got to meet her poly peeps to go Sentosa, I think. Went to marina sq, get  something to eat, then thought of playing bowling, but then, the plc was crowded. So, just chill out at CoffeeBean.  At 7plus, syikin have to go off to a wedding dinner and Ziza and cousin erda went to a birthday bash. Left me with ryo. Walked around at Suntec, then we headed home. Pheww! Tired la seyy. Hahaha… And not forgetting to introduce to all of you, lady of the day- ZEN KEPIT- kinn! Alottttttt of furnie incidents happened to her today. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Ps: Zen Kepit aka Syikin, I enroll you to dressing class okay? From head to toe. *slaps forehead*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, went to send Afdlin back to his nanny house at hougang. Hard to let him go, but its harder handling two kids at one time. Sometimes, I wonder how do parents handle two, three, four or even five kids. Oh gosh! Must be tiring for them. *sigh* kk… back to Afdlin, so yeah.. Just couldn’t bear to let him go just like that. Drop him off then I headed to hougang central, to find something to eat, since Ryo haven’t had his meals. After work had to rush off to meet me and accompany me to send Afdlin. Thankyou darling(: buat susah jekk kan. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-971646812469730738?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/971646812469730738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/971646812469730738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/woohoo-my-weekends-is-great-mayn-like.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-14737694582937905</id><published>2007-12-20T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T10:56:27.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILADHA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;to all of you out there(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-14737694582937905?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/14737694582937905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/14737694582937905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/selamat-hari-raya-aidiladha-to-all-of.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7420114429173460339</id><published>2007-12-18T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T11:10:59.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness is the most terrible poverty.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It seems that things ain’t getting any better. And as each day goes by, I’m becoming more and more confuse with my own feelings. Just have no idea how do I let it out. I feel so out of place. And every step I make, it’s like the wrong move. I’m so afraid to make another step; afraid that I would regret the rest of my life with the decisions I’m going to make. I know, that I’m the cause of all this. Well, boy I’m sorry. That’s the only word that seems to be coming out from my mouth. The good memories are the only things that seem to be playing in my mind. Can’t erase all of them. And I just hate this feeling that I’m unloved. I feel so lonely at times like this. Just have no idea, to who should I turn to. Even if I were to turn to you, you wouldn’t understand. Let’s just stay this way. I’m ok with things now. I know that you’re mad. And I get the fact that I’m not needed. Too hurt, to have back everything. And its more hurtful to just let everything go. Well whatever it is, thanks. For the nice stuff you bought for me. And the care that no one could ever give me. Thanks for the unconditional love and everything else, and thanks for making things right when I’m always the one that make it worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just mad at myself for not able to change myself. I tried, but I can’t. Just don’t blame yourself. How I wish. I could just leave this place and never come back. Just let things be the way they are. Just let all my doubts, unanswered. I’ve caused too much trouble, and I don’t wish to make things any worse. If only life could be like those in fairytales, wouldn’t it be good?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7420114429173460339?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7420114429173460339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7420114429173460339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/aquarius-sweetheart-optimistic-and.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3621112626304507703</id><published>2007-12-18T16:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:20:53.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;“To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3621112626304507703?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3621112626304507703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3621112626304507703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-fall-in-love-is-easy-even-to-remain.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1215266977764958880</id><published>2007-12-17T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T12:48:09.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2aKS-kfhEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/SYNI0Ycs-Cg/s1600-h/DSC02550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144951682955707458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2aKS-kfhEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/SYNI0Ycs-Cg/s400/DSC02550.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Basically, today, i think i'm blogging about this lil boy here. Yeah, Muhammad Afdlin. Finally, he's back with us. But not for long of course. At least now, he's in good hand. Glad that his mom got brain to think, like FINALLY. I pity him. When i met him last week, his hand have bruises. and blue black marks all over his body. Oh my godness! What the hell?! The people who took care of him before this, got no brain issit? Huh?! Why abuse him over some grudges that u keep deep inside you? Why him? He is just an innocent lil kid that doens't know anything! And, even if he is naughty and can't be controlled, u should at least handle him the right way. Not by abusing him. Urgh! Despise this type of people. Whoever that person that do that to him, i will not stop cursing he/she and may allah teach him/her a good lesson. What goes around, comes around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And to him, i pray that he's always end up with good people that will know how to take good care of him. And me and my family will always love him no matter what. Hope that he will get well soon((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1215266977764958880?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1215266977764958880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1215266977764958880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/basically-today-i-think-im-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2aKS-kfhEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/SYNI0Ycs-Cg/s72-c/DSC02550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7744743986196034</id><published>2007-12-16T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T01:04:36.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was bloghopping, checking out songs at imeem and was entertaining the lil rascals. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;While sitting with afdlin, i came across an old album of my old friends.&lt;br /&gt;yeah, macpherson primary school friend.&lt;br /&gt;awwww. i miss them ohh sooo much! I miss the times we had.&lt;br /&gt;i miss nazura, fadilah, rafhana, helmi, haqiem, hilmi, nabilah, sophy and all those who always there with me.&lt;br /&gt;and and, not forgetting Nurafidah(:&lt;br /&gt;She was one of my primary schmates too. Uh huh. From primary sch till secondary sch.&lt;br /&gt;She's the best, i tell you.&lt;br /&gt;She's always there for me when i'm down. and she's there when she knew it that something is amiss.&lt;br /&gt;We don't argue that much. We agreed to almost everything. And she knows my darkest secret.&lt;br /&gt;Going through my teens life with her around, is the best investment that i've made.&lt;br /&gt;Not only her, that same goes to Mar and Jann too.&lt;br /&gt;Went through alot with them.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet or bitter memories. They always stand by my side, and accept me for who i am.&lt;br /&gt;i nvr regret having this friendship with them.&lt;br /&gt;Being away from them now, i feel that i've lost something precious to me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, everyone is busy now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait! I'm always the one that is having a tight schedule.&lt;br /&gt;Taking care of Afdlin and Ina and helping out with the house chores and so on.&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends, i miss all of you okay? and and, i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;i can't be there with you guys often. Can't get to chill or hang out often. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;maybe i try to find some time soon. Well, i miss them badly.&lt;br /&gt;Remember! I love you girls okay? *wink*&lt;br /&gt;Oh! 24 december is a must to meet okay? and and, to fee:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry! I don't think i can join you peeps with the slumber party that u're having soon. Yeah. I promised to you. but i didn't expect that Afdlin would be back. And i'm kinda tight down now. Hope you understand. But, but.... i won't mind if you're sleeping over at my house. Okay? i would love to have you around here(: and and, i need de-stress session soon, pretty pls! &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And right now, i misses my sec sch mates. Azarudeen, Aung Linn, Sham, Hendy, Erna, Kosmogirl, malay classes mates that always skip the MT intensive class. Hahahah. And misses the teachers too.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;last time, was eager to get out from that sch, but now?&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing sec sch life badly.&lt;br /&gt;Miss those mischievious moments, great moments and everything.&lt;br /&gt;Well, getting older now, and things have to change.&lt;br /&gt;If always stay the same the whole way, life has no challenge. rigghhhtt??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all my dearest ZENs, i miss all of you too!&lt;br /&gt;meet up soon okay?&lt;br /&gt;i really need a de-stress session!&lt;br /&gt;I miss all of you badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to sis Ila, well, yeah. four more days. and thks for keeping shusshh abt it.&lt;br /&gt;I owe u baybeh.&lt;br /&gt;Well, okay. I promise i look after myself okay?&lt;br /&gt;see you on thurs. makesure no one know abt it tau.&lt;br /&gt;thanks kak! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe! What a long nagggyyy entry. That's abt it.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for stivking your eyes to your computer screen and read this(:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the trouble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7744743986196034?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7744743986196034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7744743986196034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/was-bloghopping-checking-out-songs-at.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5353795600474402872</id><published>2007-12-15T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T20:22:35.957+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flowers, chocolates, cookies, Jewelry, love and promises. Yeah that’s what you gave me, that was what you offered. You promised to love me forever. You promised to give me strength when I felt weak. You promised to be my soldier when I couldn’t stand You promised, yeah you promised to always be with me. You asked me to give you time for everything, and I did. You asked me to love you forever, yeah I still do. You asked me to stay committed and yeah I did. You asked me to love you unconditionally, yeah I still do You gave me a promise necklace that brought me tears, joy, love, and promise. You promised, yes you did. A promise is a signature of unconditional terms that defines trust, loyalty, appreciation, and reward. Trust, not after all you put me through Loyalty, your love was never true Appreciation, you forgot how much I loved you Reward, if you were the winning prize, I rather loose Give me back my heart, give me back my love, and give me back my life. Today I give you back everything you gave to me. Flowers, Chocolates, Cookies, Jewelry, Love and The broken promises you made, you offered, you were suppose to give to me the day you promised everything you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5353795600474402872?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5353795600474402872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5353795600474402872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/flowers-chocolates-cookies-jewelry-love.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5558984519998064613</id><published>2007-12-15T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T22:45:49.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;SELAMAT PENGANTIN BARU ABG AHMAD(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2PJ1ukfhCI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cbsehTNaWj4/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144177124258579490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2PJ1ukfhCI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cbsehTNaWj4/s320/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Weee! Saturday! Yayy! hahahaha. Today is Abg Ahmad's wedding((: *clap hands* Woah! Like at last laa kann, he got married. The couple looks so pretty and adorable(: and, the decorations are nicee baybeh. green &amp;amp;white. Though it's kinda simple.And to ang amad, adik doakan moga moga abg ahmad bahagia hingga ke anak cucu okay?? Kalau dah ader ehemm ehemm, jgn lupe bilang tau! I'll bring a big hamper for you. hee! And, ohh gosh! i miss the moments when i use to go karaoke at apollo- Cash studio): When i heard him singing to his wife- Permaisuri, i was like "oohhhh-ing" away. And, kak linn and me, misses those karaoke moments dude!.... Oh wells.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, got up early in the morning. Afdlin laa! Wake me up so early. Arghh. Then, get the lil rascals dress up by 12:30. and my sister and me by 1. hee! Maklumlah, adik beradik lau siap, leceh. She was changing her tops, from red to black. And as for me, from black to red. Wakakakka. hahaha. So we get ready abt one hour plus? *giggles* Then went out from the house at about 2plus. yayy! FOOD! FOOD! i'm so hungry! hahahaha. Ayam masak merah? Nasi briyani? Rendang? hmm. YUMMY-LICIOU! dah brape lame ehh tk attend weddings..... about 7mths? ohmygod! hahahha. Today, mama forced me to go, caused Abg Ahmad(my sister's friend) is like a family member to us already. "Tak baik kan, pergi aje. nnt kau kahwin, org tk dtg." hahahahahaha. WHAT THE FISH! isk isk, mama... mama..... Still too young for this. OHH! the food? It's sinfully delicious! ARGGHHH! the chicken are super soft, and everything taste soooooo nice! *burp* We sat till abt 2hrs while waiting for zen linn and aunties to arrive. Then took some pictures with ang ahmad. And then, we go off at about err...... 5? 6?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, i was too bored, i asked mama to bring us to ECP. Going home at 6? nehh! too early. So, Cik K bring us to marine parade before going to ECP, cause mama wanted to get the bubble gun. wakakaka. sape yg nak main bubble pon tk tau laa ehh. *wink* then.... have satay at abg rahmat's stall at Lagoon. lalalalallalala. I'm bloated!And and, i'm getting chubbier. Oh no! Shit! that's bad. have to get back my diet plan like my sec 4 diet plan. hee! macam paham laa kann. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5558984519998064613?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5558984519998064613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5558984519998064613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/selamat-pengantin-baru-abg-ahmad-weee.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2PJ1ukfhCI/AAAAAAAAA6A/cbsehTNaWj4/s72-c/DSC02525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7285910058659935276</id><published>2007-12-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T10:55:38.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Day out with my dearest family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwMglPSKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/nKhyYK46kZQ/s1600-h/DSC02500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143656347129039010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwMglPSKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/nKhyYK46kZQ/s320/DSC02500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwMwlPSLI/AAAAAAAAA2o/sL3Uc9_MmT4/s1600-h/DSC02497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143656351424006322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwMwlPSLI/AAAAAAAAA2o/sL3Uc9_MmT4/s320/DSC02497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwNAlPSMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8jKeZnPuD2A/s1600-h/DSC02499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143656355718973634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwNAlPSMI/AAAAAAAAA2w/8jKeZnPuD2A/s320/DSC02499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwNAlPSNI/AAAAAAAAA24/n56gDAJ-QLc/s1600-h/DSC02501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143656355718973650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwNAlPSNI/AAAAAAAAA24/n56gDAJ-QLc/s320/DSC02501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwNAlPSOI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iz913NXvEQs/s1600-h/DSC02498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143656355718973666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwNAlPSOI/AAAAAAAAA3A/iz913NXvEQs/s320/DSC02498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;today, supposedly, i'm going out with him... but, had a changed of plan. Brother called and was asking us to go out to have dinner. hmm. couldn't say no, and at the same time couldn't bear cancelling the plan with him. *sobsob* well, there's always tomorrow to celebrate our special day of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, brother fetch us at about 6plus going 7? headed to the Central shopping mall, near Clarke Quay. Had our dinner at this restaurant, errr. not quite sure of the restaurant name. hee! Woah! He ordered one medium lobster and one large one, and and had the chowder soup for everyone, and and medium fried fish(i think), and and veggie of the day((: hahahaha! XD Bloated la seyy. I was busy feedinf Afdlin and Ina, so couldn't have much food for myself. *sobsob* haish. Penat seyy bawak due bdk kuwa. Ohh! no! i mean, three. hee! but my nephew was well behaved. Went to Cheers to buy some coke. The restaurant was out of coke, sprite and ice lemon tea. so each of us had either a mango juice or orange juice. Then, sister headed to charles and keith to buy errr.. belt(i guess so). While waiting for sister and Kak Siti, my brother's wife, we watched some 'american' doing their skating on ice thingy. I just love looking at the way they move. And the girls are all ohh-so-drop-dead-GORGEOUS! and as for the guys, they are ohh-so-HOT! hehehhe((: then..... Sat with all the lil rascals at clarke quay while brother went to the toilet. Argghh!!! I just love the night breeze and the atmosphere at there. But! too many couples there, sakit mate babe. hee! Headed home at around 11plus. Phew! home sweet home at last! Night! Sweetest dream :DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7285910058659935276?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7285910058659935276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7285910058659935276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-out-with-my-dearest-family.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2HwMglPSKI/AAAAAAAAA2g/nKhyYK46kZQ/s72-c/DSC02500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5563663407223266785</id><published>2007-12-13T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:02:30.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 5th monthsary to us&lt;/strong&gt;((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;uh-huh. a month passed, and we still going on strong (i think) :DD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;despite those *tttoooootttt* moments that we had during this few mths, we still love each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and hopefully, this would forever remain this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and nothing is going to change anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, to you dearest, thanks again for putting up will all my sucky behaviour and all. I appreciate it very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Thanks for staying beside me all the time, eventhough i asked you to leave. Thanks for being patient all this while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And sorry too! For causing you too much trouble and all. Sorry aite(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclaimation point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5563663407223266785?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5563663407223266785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5563663407223266785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-5th-monthsary-to-us-uh-huh.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7908977661957424692</id><published>2007-12-12T13:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:50:23.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE REUNION OF THE SIBLINGS((:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C9-AlPSFI/AAAAAAAAA14/hqW1QiYLNy4/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143319647462836306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C9-AlPSFI/AAAAAAAAA14/hqW1QiYLNy4/s320/DSC02487.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C99glPSEI/AAAAAAAAA1w/1vsnw1oXmgM/s1600-h/DSC02491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143319638872901698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C99glPSEI/AAAAAAAAA1w/1vsnw1oXmgM/s320/DSC02491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C9-QlPSGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/WiGT1yDpce4/s1600-h/DSC02493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143319651757803618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C9-QlPSGI/AAAAAAAAA2A/WiGT1yDpce4/s320/DSC02493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C9-QlPSHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/7EDw448DMVw/s1600-h/DSC02489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143319651757803634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C9-QlPSHI/AAAAAAAAA2I/7EDw448DMVw/s320/DSC02489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2DHjAlPSII/AAAAAAAAA2Q/SWdRah_e0aw/s1600-h/DSC02495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143330178722646146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2DHjAlPSII/AAAAAAAAA2Q/SWdRah_e0aw/s320/DSC02495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2DHjAlPSJI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/YHo0ivHqRB8/s1600-h/DSC02492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143330178722646162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2DHjAlPSJI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/YHo0ivHqRB8/s320/DSC02492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh huh! Double joy, double the trouble baybeh! hahahaha. Both of them bring joy to my family, but! That means double the tired. Both kids are active and notty((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7908977661957424692?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7908977661957424692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7908977661957424692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/reunion-of-siblings-uh-huh-double-joy.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R2C9-AlPSFI/AAAAAAAAA14/hqW1QiYLNy4/s72-c/DSC02487.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5811421470257199773</id><published>2007-12-10T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:47:05.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's not &lt;em&gt;money&lt;/em&gt; that she want, it's your &lt;em&gt;presence&lt;/em&gt; that all she need."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5811421470257199773?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5811421470257199773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5811421470257199773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-not-money-that-she-want-its-your.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8300756233379113380</id><published>2007-12-09T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T16:23:44.311+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>... more pictures from the kidsville graduation day((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKglPSAI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mDaMPIQtDKE/s1600-h/DSC05311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977914094962690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKglPSAI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mDaMPIQtDKE/s320/DSC05311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKglPSBI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/bWKALMBD2e0/s1600-h/DSC05330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977914094962706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKglPSBI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/bWKALMBD2e0/s320/DSC05330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKQlPR_I/AAAAAAAAA1I/8YPuoU1ZtF0/s1600-h/DSC05301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977909799995378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKQlPR_I/AAAAAAAAA1I/8YPuoU1ZtF0/s320/DSC05301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKwlPSCI/AAAAAAAAA1g/U-WeggXrDkU/s1600-h/DSC05336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977918389930018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKwlPSCI/AAAAAAAAA1g/U-WeggXrDkU/s320/DSC05336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKwlPSDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/VCl-CDw4HB0/s1600-h/DSC05342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977918389930034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKwlPSDI/AAAAAAAAA1o/VCl-CDw4HB0/s320/DSC05342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GqglPR6I/AAAAAAAAA0g/KRHv86XOqm0/s1600-h/DSC05267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977364339148706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GqglPR6I/AAAAAAAAA0g/KRHv86XOqm0/s320/DSC05267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GqwlPR7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/2fFcBSU6pws/s1600-h/DSC05272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977368634116018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GqwlPR7I/AAAAAAAAA0o/2fFcBSU6pws/s320/DSC05272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GqwlPR8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/7Y5sE_UVZzU/s1600-h/DSC05275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977368634116034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GqwlPR8I/AAAAAAAAA0w/7Y5sE_UVZzU/s320/DSC05275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GrAlPR9I/AAAAAAAAA04/xYUMAXYKjvI/s1600-h/DSC05276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977372929083346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GrAlPR9I/AAAAAAAAA04/xYUMAXYKjvI/s320/DSC05276.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GrQlPR-I/AAAAAAAAA1A/w0NpUJVDPc8/s1600-h/DSC05278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142977377224050658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-GrQlPR-I/AAAAAAAAA1A/w0NpUJVDPc8/s320/DSC05278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... that's abt it. yeah! i'm in lovee with this kids. they really make my day((: whatever problem you have in your head, you tend to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:DD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8300756233379113380?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8300756233379113380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8300756233379113380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1-HKglPSAI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/mDaMPIQtDKE/s72-c/DSC05311.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8222961720052173312</id><published>2007-12-09T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T20:56:21.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;As usual, my day was mundane as ever. Been stuck at home lately. And all of days, today?? Sunday? Argh. B-O-R-I-N-G. Wake up in the morning, check hp for msgs and took a bath. Went out to jurong west to buy matress for my bed. Well, had a new look for my room. From a girlish kinda room, its now turning into a boys dorm  (army room, but of course nicer la) hahaha. XD darn it. hate it mayn. Wanted to re-paint, but , my ceiling is painted dark blue, so.. it's kinda hard to repaint it to white. LOTS of effort needed. So, just drop the idea of painting my room. It's costly anyway. So. just move the furnitures here and there. nothing much to do also. Tidy up my room, then my sister's room. and lastly the hall. Phew! That's a lot of work done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. Wanted to meet him, but no money no mood. Wanted to ask him to chill out, somewhere. But then, his mom is in the hospital again. *pray hard that she's fine* Makcik, take good care of yourself okay? Don't overworked yourself. Need someone to clear up the mess for you, fahmi is always there. hahahaha. Ask him to help you. And fahmi, don't be a lazybum. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh! After clearing up stuff, i went online, and browse through the net. then fee, asked me to watch the bring it on new release movie. Gosh! I have to agree with her, that the movie was not bad. and the guy act in it, hmm... cute? heehehhehe. You peeps have to watch it mayn. but, but... i still love the old bring it on. Talking abt movies, ohh mayn, i want to watch alvin! Anyone else want to tag along? heeheehee. And and, i'm craving for donuts, and and, SWENSEN((: yummy! delicious baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. how many more days to my special day?? *counting and still counting......* 1mth and 15days more. Hahahaha. *hint hint* As for another special day is ...hmm.... 4days? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December baies alot laa seyy. Since im blogging about birthdays, would like to say &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt; to these ppl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-My dearest mom, Cik hamimah *clap hands! 51yrs old.*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Fahmi's sister, Kak dian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Fahmi's mama, Cik Rokiah *clap hands. same age as my mom*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-My cousin, Abg ali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-My dearest cousin, Kak Shasha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-My cousin, Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-My brother's sister in law, Kak farah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-My dearest most lovable adorable, prettiest girlfriend, Mar &lt;33&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So far, yg ingat nie aje lerr. Yg sape2 tertinggal tuu harap maaf k?? Memory otak tgh full. hee((:&lt;br /&gt;So, to all this wonderful people! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Wish you all best in everything you do. And i pray hard for all of your good health aite? weeeeeeee~~~~~ i just love birthdays, don't you?? hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hmm. talking abt birthdays, i miss having chalet. or even a pit. Tk kisah laa, with friends or families. But for sure, i miss those days with families. Cause it's been abt 3yrs, we haven't had a gathering at the beach. It's fun, i tell you. My aunties, especially Cik ogy gerek laa seyy. Not forgetting my cousins. *sigh* and as for friends, the last chalet we had was on Fidah's birthday. can someone just organise any gathering. I would love to have chalet on my birthday or any time sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahh! I'm being random today. Just can't stick to one topic to blog abt. ahahahhaha. Oh well, thanks for reading. Adios ppl. Enjoy your hols(: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8222961720052173312?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8222961720052173312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8222961720052173312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/as-usual-my-day-was-mundane-as-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3722677094000959553</id><published>2007-12-07T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:11:49.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"45 things girls love"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;1-touch her waist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;2-talk to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;3-share secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;4-give her your jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;5-kiss her slowlyare you remembering this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;6-hug her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;7-hold her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;8-laugh with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;9-invite her somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;10-let her be with you when you'rewith yourfriends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;keep reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;11-smile with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;12-take pics with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;13-pull her onto your lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;14-when she says she loves you more,deny it.fight back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;15-when her friends say i love hermore than you,deny it. fight back and hug her tight so she cant get to her friends. it makes her feellovedAre you thinking about someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;16-always hug her when you see her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;17-kiss her unexpectedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;18-***HUG HER FROM BEHIND AROUND THEWAIST!!!***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;19-tell her shes beautiful not sexy!20-tell her the way you feel about her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;20-u need to show her you mean it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;21-kiss her on the lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;22-DONT ask her to buy you stuff. youbuy HERstuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;23-TELL HER WHAT FEELS GOOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;24-make her feel loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;25-buy her stuff. small things can still help makes her feel special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;26-DON'T LIE TO HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;27-DON'T CHEAT ON HER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;28-take her anywhere she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;29-txt messege or call her in themorning and tellher have a good day, and how much you miss her!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;30-be there for her when ever sheneeds you, &amp;amp;even when she doesn't need you, justbe there soshe'll know that she can always counton you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;are you still reading this u better be its important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;31. Hold her close when she's cold andshe canhold you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;32. When you are alone hold her closeand kissher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;33. Kiss her on the tip of her nose;(it will give herthe hint that you want to kiss them).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;34. While in the movie, put your armaround herand then she will automatically puther head onyour shoulder, then lean in and tilther chin up andkiss her lightly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;35. Dont ever tell her to leave evenjokingly or actlike you're mad. If shes upset,comfort herremember this next time you are withher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;36. When people diss her, stand up forher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;37. Look deep into her eyes and tellher you loveher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;38. Lay down under the stars and puther head onyour chest so she can listen to thesteady beat ofyour heart, Link your fingers togetherwhile youwhisper to her as she rests her eyesand listensto you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;39. When walking next to each othergrab herhand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;40. When you hug her hold her in yourarms aslongas possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;41. Call her at night to wish hersweet dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;42. Comfort her when she cries andwipe away hertears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;43. Take her for long walks at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;44. Dedicate a song to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;45. Always Remind her how much youlove her.youll never know when she needs just a lil more love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Would you do this for her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(found this on the web)cool stuff! ((:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3722677094000959553?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3722677094000959553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3722677094000959553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/45-things-girls-love-1-touch-her-waist.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1675343583715284044</id><published>2007-12-07T11:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:43:45.824+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, my sister had her operation yesterday. Was there with mom and Ina. Woke up early in the morning. Urgh! But, it’s okay. I’ll do anything for my sister. And she’s the only sister that I have(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waited for her out side the day surgery place with ina. I was shivering, due to the coldness, and in addition to that, not feeling that well. Keep going to the toilet, vomiting. It’s weird, haven’t had my breakfast, and the night before that- haven’t had my meals at all. *wondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked to see youngsters like me, going to the day surgery centre. There was this couple, standing right in front of me while waiting for their queue number to be called. The girl was crying and her boyfriend was crying too! Woah! Romantic laa kan. Sayanglah, no popcorn and coke. Hahaha. Dah mcm tgk wayang gitu.OHH! back to the story…. That girl then hugged him for the last time, before her mom or aunt or whoever called her in. And I could clearly hear her last words, “Lau ape2 jadi pat I, always remember that I’m always be there no matter what. And I’m sorry for everything. There’s something you must know now, I love you very much!” something like that. *sobsob* her voice could clearly heard (though she was crying and talking at the same time) cause the surrounding outside the day surgery centre, was in silence. (could hear the sound of a pin drop)  And I was sitting at the corner, opposite to where they are standing, acted as if I were listening to my mp3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincident ehh? The previous entry was abt appreciating life, and now I’m like witnessing the event myself. Sebak seyy dada when I see both of them. I hope that she’s fine after her op. *pray hard*  There were other youngsters that are going through op on that day. Well, after the couple went in, I went down to bring ina to the kopitiam, took the lift (mak oiee! Mat CD laa! Bad timing!) arrghh! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it! Hate it sooo mucchhhhhhh!! Inside my heart, I was like saying this, “Argh! Cepat laa level 1! Cepat la!”  I quickly dash out from the lift. Phew! What a relief! Ohh! But wait! Time tgh tgk Christmas tree, Farhan (old friend of mine) tegur. Ade ke dier kate Ina tuu my child! Buat lawak ahh! Hahaha. Guess what? Bdk2 dlm lift tad tuu sume member dier, huahuahua! Before dorg dtg, I make up an excuse to be back with my sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naik jek atas, mama waited for me to go polar express. She wanted to get something to eat. And forcing me to eat too. Abt an hour gitu, my sister is done with her op, and can head home. Yay! I;m glad that she’s fine! Alhamdulilah! Thanks to him up there(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s all for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1675343583715284044?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1675343583715284044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1675343583715284044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/well-my-sister-had-her-operation.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8842507122254274191</id><published>2007-12-05T20:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T20:59:58.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be appreciative of what&apos;s ard you.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Always expect the unexpected. Today you can laugh, run, jokes around with the one you love and do activities together with them, but tomorrow? It’s all in the hands of God, and you have no idea, what God has fixed for you. I learned to appreciate my life lately.  I just don’t know why, but I feel that I’m contented with everything that God has given to me. My families, friends, someone that I hearts so much and those that are around me. They are my pillar of strength. They never fails to support me and guide me through everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you, bloggers, out there. Be appreciative of what’s around you. Tell the people you love, of how you really feel toward them, how you care about them and how u appreciate of what they’ve done for you NOW. Cause you never know, whether you still have the chance to do so the next day or so. Trust me. Treat each day like it’s a brand new day. Cause life is too short for you to dwell on. Make the best out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, u get to see me blogging about this boring entry, but tomorrow? You’ll never know if I still get the chance to or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, remember! &lt;em&gt;Bersyukurlah dengan apa adanya sekarang. Hidup di dunia ini hanya sementara&lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish all of you good health! And be happy always! Cheerios ppl.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8842507122254274191?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8842507122254274191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8842507122254274191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/always-expect-unexpected.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6366655583596642782</id><published>2007-12-04T08:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:40:00.570+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy birthday mama(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPPPIIIEEEE BBBBIIIRRDD DDDAAAYY MUMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1SgyQlPR5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/9Uzv14q_mxE/s1600-R/DSC01488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139909860041639826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1SgyQlPR5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Kzt5EQU76ms/s320/DSC01488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Happy 51st birthday MAMA((: I love you! Sorry for all the trouble caused by me. &amp;amp;&amp;amp;i hope you enjoy your day today, be it with or without me. Moga moga panjang umur dan murah rezeki. Amin! :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6366655583596642782?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6366655583596642782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6366655583596642782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-51st-birthday-mama-i-love-you.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1SgyQlPR5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Kzt5EQU76ms/s72-c/DSC01488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8149388893210632657</id><published>2007-12-03T11:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:35:06.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kris dayanti-cobalah utk setia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/j80HqZrw9kA' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/j80HqZrw9kA'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this song is a very nice song. found it on youtube. and just feel like sharing it with all you bloggers. hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much love, &lt;br /&gt;zee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8149388893210632657?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8149388893210632657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8149388893210632657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/kris-dayanti-cobalah-utk-setia.html' title='kris dayanti-cobalah utk setia'/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6033899113695089056</id><published>2007-12-02T15:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:59:40.147+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When i  trust, i always get disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;When i love, i always get myself hurt.&lt;br /&gt;When i have faith in you, the truth starts to show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now? What am i suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;You don't seems to appreciate everything that i do.&lt;br /&gt;Those sacrifices and everything.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the one that are the mean one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the one that hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the one that have to understand you, your suroundings and all.&lt;br /&gt;I'm always the one that always blame you.&lt;br /&gt;I;m always the one! I'm always the one!&lt;br /&gt;When do things end? and get back to the days where i laugh, smile and tears will nvr be seen at all.&lt;br /&gt;When can i have those moments back? When??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6033899113695089056?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6033899113695089056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6033899113695089056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/when-i-trust-i-always-get-disappointed.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8417111500042120263</id><published>2007-12-01T23:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T00:15:31.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i love you(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;KIDSVILLE GRADUATION DAY((:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GDTQlPREI/AAAAAAAAAtw/u3LzPDWH4iM/s1600-R/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139033016698356802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GDTQlPREI/AAAAAAAAAtw/e1l3pefmsM4/s400/DSC02469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;happy graduation day K2! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hearts you peeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GFyAlPRPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/NFYFTXXVRdc/s1600-R/DSC02477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139035744002589938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GFyAlPRPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/R-yoJQu8CME/s200/DSC02477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GFyQlPRQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/v4IR_1w2gWY/s1600-R/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139035748297557250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GFyQlPRQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/pm31KvJ6gD0/s200/DSC02478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GFyglPRRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/X3_DEWtP7mA/s1600-R/DSC02479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139035752592524562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GFyglPRRI/AAAAAAAAAvY/xM5NdtBnpk8/s200/DSC02479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GFyglPRSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/_RR12qhxwgs/s1600-R/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139035752592524578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GFyglPRSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/Q0TnT8-41yo/s200/DSC02480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD4AlPRFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/fjsEw2TDKvw/s1600-R/DSC02453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139033648058549330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD4AlPRFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/U55Pqn77ZHA/s320/DSC02453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pity him! he's sick. he is very the '&lt;em&gt;manje&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2AlPRKI/AAAAAAAAAug/hbf_lNUEes8/s1600-R/DSC02471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139034713210438818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2AlPRKI/AAAAAAAAAug/ENr7MwRCDbs/s320/DSC02471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2QlPRLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/p_R4Rg8O0LE/s1600-R/DSC02468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139034717505406130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2QlPRLI/AAAAAAAAAuo/uPecsMWenhc/s320/DSC02468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Adorable lil' kids that i adore vewwwiiiee much((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2QlPRMI/AAAAAAAAAuw/78WNizOZDsE/s1600-R/DSC02466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139034717505406146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2QlPRMI/AAAAAAAAAuw/wJY_oVCq6lM/s320/DSC02466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they just lovee to camwhore(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2glPRNI/AAAAAAAAAu4/3zDa_5sZ7eQ/s1600-R/DSC02464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139034721800373458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2glPRNI/AAAAAAAAAu4/aL4VCXawq6U/s320/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2glPROI/AAAAAAAAAvA/RVjlqI09Lmw/s1600-R/DSC02463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139034721800373474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GE2glPROI/AAAAAAAAAvA/7UWSJ2sXPQA/s320/DSC02463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD4wlPRII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/PxBVkW6IbF4/s1600-R/DSC02461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139033660943451266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD4wlPRII/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6nuvJ_6dJ1Q/s320/DSC02461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD5QlPRJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/KsU9-Cefj_8/s1600-R/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139033669533385874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD5QlPRJI/AAAAAAAAAuY/XpCL6ghhbxE/s320/DSC02462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD4QlPRGI/AAAAAAAAAuA/f3G0610x6gw/s1600-R/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139033652353516642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD4QlPRGI/AAAAAAAAAuA/qmkZvWgGxEw/s320/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD4glPRHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/mftGpCN8BL0/s1600-R/DSC02459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139033656648483954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GD4glPRHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3cfjiBGhXSs/s320/DSC02459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yayy! Today was great! Went down with Syikin &amp;amp; Cik Yah to help out Zen Erda at her childcare plc with the kids graduation day. Woahh! Adorable kids mayn! I just love them effing much, though i just met them just now. today experience at the childcare, makes me dream to take dip in early childhood. i just lovee kids baybeh! &amp;amp; they make me forget abt all the problems that i had in mind. OHGOSH! how amazing right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;((: hey, hey, you you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i don't like your girlfriend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no way, no way,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i think u'll need a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hahaha. XD that's the song for K2 dance performance. Effing cute laa seyy. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; as for now, i need to get my rest. the whole day was out. -.- nite nite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8417111500042120263?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8417111500042120263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8417111500042120263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/12/kidsville-graduation-day-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1GDTQlPREI/AAAAAAAAAtw/e1l3pefmsM4/s72-c/DSC02469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-7023061636409678598</id><published>2007-11-29T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-02T15:50:23.639+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='even i&apos;m crying inside'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for them.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i would put a smile on'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SINGAPORE ZOO outing(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JgzwlPR2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/4igtHnEPbqs/s1600-R/DSC02563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139276567113844578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JgzwlPR2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/qbmzpDHNRgM/s320/DSC02563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Jg0AlPR3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/e4L5vz3v9rY/s1600-R/DSC02558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139276571408811890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Jg0AlPR3I/AAAAAAAAA0I/o-aDJSv0k2s/s320/DSC02558.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JgzglPR1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/7sLjpoxGGF0/s1600-R/DSC02568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139276562818877266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JgzglPR1I/AAAAAAAAAz4/z5-_uSA4vBs/s320/DSC02568.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139276575703779202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Jg0QlPR4I/AAAAAAAAA0Q/AB3428W3UT4/s320/DSC02556.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXuAlPReI/AAAAAAAAAxA/kZyRMmMamww/s1600-R/DSC02669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139266572724946402" style="WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px" height="273" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXuAlPReI/AAAAAAAAAxA/4PGl5T7EJjA/s320/DSC02669.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXuQlPRfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/wwVdSyrlLfQ/s1600-R/DSC02672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139266577019913714" style="WIDTH: 173px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="287" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXuQlPRfI/AAAAAAAAAxI/ZagQ_udkEgk/s320/DSC02672.JPG" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXuglPRgI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/nh69Ecqg13U/s1600-R/DSC02662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139266581314881026" style="CURSOR: hand" height="224" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXuglPRgI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/xkXs2G3Qbdk/s320/DSC02662.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Je_AlPRwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/D6McaMZUlFQ/s1600-R/DSC02610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139274561364117250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Je_AlPRwI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/0-ZL6dqn6Vk/s320/DSC02610.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Je_QlPRxI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HpS6WfhdgEA/s1600-R/DSC02609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139274565659084562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Je_QlPRxI/AAAAAAAAAzY/CwL2EaPx-9w/s320/DSC02609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Je_glPRyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/e2dyLckXv4Y/s1600-R/DSC02606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139274569954051874" style="CURSOR: hand" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1Je_glPRyI/AAAAAAAAAzg/Y7yAyUZbtCY/s320/DSC02606.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JfAAlPRzI/AAAAAAAAAzo/bSK7Hw5Ckx4/s1600-R/DSC02605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139274578543986482" style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="174" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JfAAlPRzI/AAAAAAAAAzo/uWW8fOa1oik/s320/DSC02605.JPG" width="272" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JfAQlPR0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/OIMqMc0vPTs/s1600-R/DSC02604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139274582838953794" style="WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" height="243" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JfAQlPR0I/AAAAAAAAAzw/F_mpzIkTVMo/s320/DSC02604.JPG" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JdNwlPRsI/AAAAAAAAAyw/9rjsFS-Yd50/s1600-R/DSC02629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139272615743932098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JdNwlPRsI/AAAAAAAAAyw/fQiAoHNzmAU/s320/DSC02629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JdOQlPRtI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fZP1DE5h_O4/s1600-R/DSC02624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139272624333866706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JdOQlPRtI/AAAAAAAAAy4/4oN6YBpzCN0/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JdOglPRuI/AAAAAAAAAzA/tKtig7DOgAs/s1600-R/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139272628628834018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JdOglPRuI/AAAAAAAAAzA/7i8YoYJ8jkg/s320/DSC02625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JdPAlPRvI/AAAAAAAAAzI/8Sczp0E3Yws/s1600-R/DSC02622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139272637218768626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JdPAlPRvI/AAAAAAAAAzI/PzB4CcJl5EQ/s320/DSC02622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the rich 'tai tai' :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbiAlPRoI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/_0hFmE7v80g/s1600-R/DSC02641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139270764613027458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbiAlPRoI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/wxgdbkG0GrQ/s320/DSC02641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbiglPRpI/AAAAAAAAAyY/JG3YLFUoKLc/s1600-R/DSC02640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139270773202962066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbiglPRpI/AAAAAAAAAyY/TROWD00UtnE/s320/DSC02640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbjAlPRqI/AAAAAAAAAyg/wAHMKPRhMU4/s1600-R/DSC02637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139270781792896674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbjAlPRqI/AAAAAAAAAyg/aBIR5qDvfYc/s320/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbjglPRrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/6-CJBgJIqo0/s1600-R/DSC02635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139270790382831282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbjglPRrI/AAAAAAAAAyo/OYP8Epu3heA/s320/DSC02635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my short lil sis //and my lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaIglPRiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/fFtjindVbpE/s1600-R/DSC02660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139269227014735394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaIglPRiI/AAAAAAAAAxg/2pzBqoYnM60/s320/DSC02660.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaJAlPRjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/P1XHrZsgm9U/s1600-R/DSC02659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139269235604670002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaJAlPRjI/AAAAAAAAAxo/q_ORhNsnhgA/s320/DSC02659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXuwlPRhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/OSXRIlTAmQ8/s1600-R/DSC02663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139266585609848338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXuwlPRhI/AAAAAAAAAxY/cutUYXVbJFQ/s320/DSC02663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; reflection baybeh((:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaJQlPRkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/bbqVqzQf0J0/s1600-R/DSC02655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139269239899637314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaJQlPRkI/AAAAAAAAAxw/30nYbKJth5I/s320/DSC02655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"my ohh my! i'm damn tired! &amp;amp; i can't stand the smell of ths plc!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaJglPRlI/AAAAAAAAAx4/p6C193C7A5w/s1600-R/DSC02651.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139269244194604626" style="WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" height="183" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaJglPRlI/AAAAAAAAAx4/2SLHvnnlWiE/s320/DSC02651.JPG" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaJwlPRmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/T961zueskC4/s1600-R/DSC02649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139269248489571938" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px" height="167" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JaJwlPRmI/AAAAAAAAAyA/W_kcm8nRTGc/s320/DSC02649.JPG" width="264" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbhAlPRnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/VtX360x0VsM/s1600-R/DSC02650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139270747433158258" style="CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JbhAlPRnI/AAAAAAAAAyI/mlGzOy2TiVY/s320/DSC02650.JPG" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;girls with the pony(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXtwlPRdI/AAAAAAAAAw4/rv8y-wUbZyo/s1600-R/DSC02671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139266568429979090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JXtwlPRdI/AAAAAAAAAw4/k1tDwtiUaNg/s320/DSC02671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we present to you, MR Arif(: hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVBglPRZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/DhaJdALM-xE/s1600-R/DSC02696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139263609197512082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVBglPRZI/AAAAAAAAAwY/jJLEPBndKR4/s320/DSC02696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVBwlPRaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/nG1IQ85JaFQ/s1600-R/DSC02692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139263613492479394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVBwlPRaI/AAAAAAAAAwg/Hq_WNCsP9Jc/s320/DSC02692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVCAlPRbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/v-qMXvcbufA/s1600-R/DSC02691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139263617787446706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVCAlPRbI/AAAAAAAAAwo/aaLFARk7huI/s320/DSC02691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVCQlPRcI/AAAAAAAAAww/gcGkPPrY0AI/s1600-R/DSC02685.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139263622082414018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVCQlPRcI/AAAAAAAAAww/T87RMazObx4/s320/DSC02685.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVBQlPRYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/BIJ32L66h0I/s1600-R/DSC02712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139263604902544770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JVBQlPRYI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/4CBnis_Z0Ko/s320/DSC02712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO0QlPRTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OLxq41xv8IE/s1600-R/DSC02742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139256784494478642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO0QlPRTI/AAAAAAAAAvo/VTomFAU66I8/s320/DSC02742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the sendeng girls. huahuahua. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO0glPRUI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dSpGWrPIbjo/s1600-R/DSC02740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139256788789445954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO0glPRUI/AAAAAAAAAvw/Ep1SAilIiGw/s320/DSC02740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO1AlPRVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/dSdYlV-dpj4/s1600-R/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139256797379380562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO1AlPRVI/AAAAAAAAAv4/-M9fNwLImyw/s320/DSC02738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty babes((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO1QlPRWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/_OuEjRx8xLM/s1600-R/DSC02710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139256801674347874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO1QlPRWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/BSBUCiHIk-Q/s320/DSC02710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO1glPRXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/RYqVQrwJdQ0/s1600-R/DSC02711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139256805969315186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JO1glPRXI/AAAAAAAAAwI/Qqz1P8Qc4O0/s320/DSC02711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;presenting. the wild animals(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-lklAu-3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/risdo8uoxis/s1600-R/DSC02619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138507747682089842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-lklAu-3I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vHDcbTIplic/s200/DSC02619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-llFAu-4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/UMqt43B1UYQ/s1600-R/DSC02615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138507756272024450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-llFAu-4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/1ZSkpf4mFXg/s200/DSC02615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-lllAu-5I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/aahAc-3bgFs/s1600-R/DSC02585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138507764861959058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-lllAu-5I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/I1WB_B3UxrE/s200/DSC02585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-lmVAu-6I/AAAAAAAAAtY/_jeKeENEO1s/s1600-R/DSC02592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138507777746860962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-lmVAu-6I/AAAAAAAAAtY/MDT0ole-AHE/s200/DSC02592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-lmlAu-7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/KGZpUF8z_b4/s1600-R/DSC02658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138507782041828274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-lmlAu-7I/AAAAAAAAAtg/UsNS91w6S8I/s200/DSC02658.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-ixFAu-2I/AAAAAAAAAs4/SDGJ_LXSjKo/s1600-R/DSC02645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138504663895571298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-ixFAu-2I/AAAAAAAAAs4/xBOaj_TbyLo/s200/DSC02645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-ivlAu-yI/AAAAAAAAAsY/K-pFsHNNxpY/s1600-R/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138504638125767458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-ivlAu-yI/AAAAAAAAAsY/fTMM194o4Ts/s200/DSC02681.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-iwFAu-zI/AAAAAAAAAsg/thGBKPRftMs/s1600-R/DSC02680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138504646715702066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-iwFAu-zI/AAAAAAAAAsg/0DJFcUtFijQ/s200/DSC02680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-iwVAu-0I/AAAAAAAAAso/YMmVoSSTdy4/s1600-R/DSC02677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138504651010669378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-iwVAu-0I/AAAAAAAAAso/jG-Pe2RPxnQ/s200/DSC02677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-dc1Au-uI/AAAAAAAAAr4/JJbvbwtVCcM/s1600-R/DSC02698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138498818445081314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-dc1Au-uI/AAAAAAAAAr4/0qW9vpBsRYk/s200/DSC02698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-ddVAu-vI/AAAAAAAAAsA/PZxQ-lfzdKk/s1600-R/DSC02699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138498827035015922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-ddVAu-vI/AAAAAAAAAsA/08WJatNM_sw/s200/DSC02699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-maFAu-8I/AAAAAAAAAto/7AMz-3GN6S8/s1600-R/DSC02614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138508666805091266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-maFAu-8I/AAAAAAAAAto/nhp1MJiWywA/s200/DSC02614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-ddlAu-wI/AAAAAAAAAsI/iu9S9veY8k4/s1600-R/DSC02690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138498831329983234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-ddlAu-wI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Fk7yS9hysBc/s200/DSC02690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-dblAu-tI/AAAAAAAAArw/GglqXUHwefw/s1600-R/DSC02701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138498796970244818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-dblAu-tI/AAAAAAAAArw/5FCQlIza_og/s200/DSC02701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-deFAu-xI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/wykRSN4YGNc/s1600-R/DSC02682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138498839919917842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-deFAu-xI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/Ll2F7j06Opg/s200/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b01Au-oI/AAAAAAAAArI/OvrvpVj-Pp0/s1600-R/DSC02734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497031738686082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b01Au-oI/AAAAAAAAArI/kZRQRMjHnUo/s200/DSC02734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b1lAu-pI/AAAAAAAAArQ/8OOD4v3AGrA/s1600-R/DSC02733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497044623587986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b1lAu-pI/AAAAAAAAArQ/PloM_emXG1Y/s200/DSC02733.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b11Au-qI/AAAAAAAAArY/7Adm-bnzzjE/s1600-R/DSC02732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497048918555298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b11Au-qI/AAAAAAAAArY/84l0ebCEAGs/s200/DSC02732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b21Au-rI/AAAAAAAAArg/DFcqJOYyWQI/s1600-R/DSC02725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497066098424498" style="CURSOR: hand" height="204" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b21Au-rI/AAAAAAAAArg/YrwAb4PwjkU/s200/DSC02725.JPG" width="196" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b3VAu-sI/AAAAAAAAAro/_sYzJydPeTs/s1600-R/DSC02727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138497074688359106" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px" height="157" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-b3VAu-sI/AAAAAAAAAro/OmVJFqWK6uQ/s200/DSC02727.JPG" width="209" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-iw1Au-1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/MIbkvMD3AkY/s1600-R/DSC02647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138504659600603986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0-iw1Au-1I/AAAAAAAAAsw/arPnCaYDzkY/s200/DSC02647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OH! At last, Fee got what she has always wanted. She has been asking for the sisters to accompany her to go to the zoo, since her birthday. So, me and mar took our time specially for her(: But, jannah unable to join, she got class and we will make it up to her soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woke up a lil' bit late(: At 9am fee sent me a wake up msg. hee! and had my bath and all, then went out from the hse and meet them at JE int. Headed to CCK to take 927. Reached there at abt 10 or 11plus liddat. Purchase the tix and get something to eat. Went in the zoo and move clockwise direction. Woaahhh! We end our tour ard the zoo, at abt 4plus? imagine that! hahaha. And and, my legs are killing me! -.-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mar decided to slack ard at my hse. So, we went home. At abt 8plus, we call in KFC. *burp*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the last food we had was in the morning. it's great to have something to eat at last. The sisters went home at abt 9? 10? can't recall. One thing for sure, i enjoyed myself today(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;thanks fee and mar for the great day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and as for jannah, we will go again okay? :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-7023061636409678598?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7023061636409678598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/7023061636409678598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/singapore-zoo-outing-rich-tai-tai-dd-my.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R1JgzwlPR2I/AAAAAAAAA0A/qbmzpDHNRgM/s72-c/DSC02563.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6730413892724587713</id><published>2007-11-28T00:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T19:49:37.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You know how frustrating it is, when you hide those true feelings and emotions that you're having? And how irritating it is to wake up every morning without having any msgs from the one you expected? And going to sleep with disappointments, that you end another day without having the usual goodnight talk with someone you expected? Let me tell you, all that sucks, okay? Maybe to someone out there, it’s like ‘ohh-crap’ or ‘whatever’! But it does matter to me.The whole way back from fee's crib yesterday, I was crying the whole way, while listening to the song Soul mate- currently on my blog. I keep repeating it on my mp3. Till I reach my house. I've been holding back those tears while I’m with them. *sigh* all I could do, is try be happy just for my dear sisters’ sake(: Well,  The journey in the bus was boring. Imagine that I’ve been crying since I left ubi till I reach my house- jurong east? I just can't help it, I can’t hold it back ):To someone out there, i'm not having fun, you see! I'm suffering! &amp;amp; if my misery is your happiness, then let things be the way they are. But let me tell you this, I’m not enjoying any moments of all these. Get that? Argh! It was accidentally, aite? I did not do it on purpose. I DID NOT! I DID NOT! Don’t you get me? I wouldn't be saying sorry and cry in front of you, if i were to do that on purpose. I swear to god that it was an accident! Trust me! I love you, and i would not bear hurting you the way like i accidentally did that day. *sigh* It seems that it's so hard for you to get that in your head. Why can't you forgive me and forget? What abt those times that you hurt me accidentally? I forgive and forget. And pls, i do appreciate you, for god sake! Till when will all this stop? Till when? Yes, i was at fault too, i've said sorry. What more do you want? What else? I know things are different now, everything is changing; your heart, you and what’s around us. One thing for sure, I don’t have a change of heart. Once I love, it’s not easy for me to let it go. But, if I have to, for the sake of your happiness, then i’ll try to forget everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead with your new life, cause I’m sure, you’re having lots of fun, right? Think abt what I’ve said. And think abt those msgs that I’ve sent. Tell me, what’s your decision once you’re ready. Do for your own good, and follow what your heart whispered to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop cheating yourself! Decide now, or you’ll regret later on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6730413892724587713?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6730413892724587713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6730413892724587713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-know-how-frustating-it-is-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-5110430780966244704</id><published>2007-11-27T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T14:34:45.663+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday jannah(:'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;JANNAH'S SMALL SURPRISE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, today was myDARLING birthday. Had everything planned out with the rest of the girlfriends, last few weeks. i woke up super early today, no idea why. Bath and get ready to wait for jannah's arrival to my crib right after her school. Hahahahahahaha. Supposedly, i have to fetch her, but now its the other way round. It's actually a plan to make her not to make her way to fee's crib first(: while fee &amp;amp; mar, went to get all the stuff. So, jann reached my crib at abt 1.30. and promise fee to bring her out from my hse by 2. But but, we was late. Cause i had to straightened her hair. Let her look extra pretty today(: Meanwhile, i get ready with my cammy, hp and everything, Jann is having fun with my lil qistina(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSh1Au9-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/-4pIxnSc18U/s1600-h/DSC02444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572016042211298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSh1Au9-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/-4pIxnSc18U/s320/DSC02444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xShVAu98I/AAAAAAAAAlo/I3QYRJK71Hg/s1600-h/DSC02436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572007452276674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xShVAu98I/AAAAAAAAAlo/I3QYRJK71Hg/s320/DSC02436.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSh1Au99I/AAAAAAAAAlw/wAJPExtaVHs/s1600-h/DSC02443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572016042211282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSh1Au99I/AAAAAAAAAlw/wAJPExtaVHs/s320/DSC02443.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSglAu97I/AAAAAAAAAlg/uYmOSo3dCbk/s1600-h/DSC02435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137571994567374770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSglAu97I/AAAAAAAAAlg/uYmOSo3dCbk/s320/DSC02435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSgVAu96I/AAAAAAAAAlY/VHexkSyUQHs/s1600-h/DSC02428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137571990272407458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSgVAu96I/AAAAAAAAAlY/VHexkSyUQHs/s320/DSC02428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lil Qistina seems like she's having fun too with jannah, they camwhored like there's no tmrw((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Leave the house after 2.30. Yupyup! I'm so late! hahahahahha. Sorry to mar, fee and Lil Laila(: &lt;fast&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached ubi, and i acted as though i need to use the toilet badly, just to make her go up alone. Opps Jannah! Sorry! i have to. She went to buy the drinks and all, then she came up. Fee's mom opened the door, while the rest of us are inside the room to give her the surprise! You all should have seen those looks on her face mayn. Ohwells, we took alot of pictures. And Laila was not in a good mood (sorry laila, for not bringing ina along.) if not, laila can have lil babies talk with ina. Next time okay darling? So, here's are the pictures taken today. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTOlAu9_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/SiG05x3-Zs8/s1600-h/DSC02446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572784841357298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTOlAu9_I/AAAAAAAAAmA/SiG05x3-Zs8/s320/DSC02446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWtlAu-fI/AAAAAAAAAqA/r7GroRSCWbk/s1600-h/DSC02541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576615952185842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWtlAu-fI/AAAAAAAAAqA/r7GroRSCWbk/s320/DSC02541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the fact that she's already 17, like F-I-N-A-L-L-Y((:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xULlAu-JI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/q2CcqQYuOPk/s1600-h/DSC02481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573832813377682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xULlAu-JI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/q2CcqQYuOPk/s320/DSC02481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xULlAu-KI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CzjTaOD-jjs/s1600-h/DSC02480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573832813377698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xULlAu-KI/AAAAAAAAAnY/CzjTaOD-jjs/s320/DSC02480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That moomoo(: is always getting in my way. Sorry girl, that i had to punch it. hahaha. It's a good way to relief my tension((: And and, she lovvveee all the gifts that we bought for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xUL1Au-LI/AAAAAAAAAng/uCt5w0n3JsQ/s1600-h/DSC02469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573837108345010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xUL1Au-LI/AAAAAAAAAng/uCt5w0n3JsQ/s320/DSC02469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xUMFAu-MI/AAAAAAAAAno/BX7myqGMS3k/s1600-h/DSC02470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573841403312322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xUMFAu-MI/AAAAAAAAAno/BX7myqGMS3k/s320/DSC02470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woahhhh!! Food! Food! Yummy yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xUMFAu-NI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mfJOdoNy3R4/s1600-h/DSC02474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573841403312338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xUMFAu-NI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mfJOdoNy3R4/s320/DSC02474.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The face mask for me, mar, fee &amp;amp; jannah((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTtlAu-EI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZLTwWG1nmLc/s1600-h/DSC02462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573317417302082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTtlAu-EI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ZLTwWG1nmLc/s320/DSC02462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTtlAu-FI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ugSfpWM5clQ/s1600-h/DSC02464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573317417302098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTtlAu-FI/AAAAAAAAAmw/ugSfpWM5clQ/s320/DSC02464.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gift from Hafiz// and the shades are from the girlfees :DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTt1Au-GI/AAAAAAAAAm4/PvEYF5wE5ZI/s1600-h/DSC02465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573321712269410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTt1Au-GI/AAAAAAAAAm4/PvEYF5wE5ZI/s320/DSC02465.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTt1Au-HI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-UeKdMay3HI/s1600-h/DSC02467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573321712269426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTt1Au-HI/AAAAAAAAAnA/-UeKdMay3HI/s320/DSC02467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Ohh god! She's insane! GO gagagaga at almost all her prezzie. Gosh! Someone help me to get out from here quick! pls!" Laila is bored, and can't be bothered, cause she's HUNGRY! hahahahahha. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTPVAu-BI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QyYz1EJA1vk/s1600-h/DSC02457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572797726259218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTPVAu-BI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/QyYz1EJA1vk/s320/DSC02457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTP1Au-DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FveCb6o1Rx4/s1600-h/DSC02459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572806316193842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTP1Au-DI/AAAAAAAAAmg/FveCb6o1Rx4/s320/DSC02459.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTuFAu-II/AAAAAAAAAnI/0B6lZb1XFnw/s1600-h/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137573326007236738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTuFAu-II/AAAAAAAAAnI/0B6lZb1XFnw/s320/DSC02521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTPlAu-CI/AAAAAAAAAmY/QW-d0giAKgk/s1600-h/DSC02458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572802021226530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTPlAu-CI/AAAAAAAAAmY/QW-d0giAKgk/s320/DSC02458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWtVAu-eI/AAAAAAAAAp4/fagrWPsJnd8/s1600-h/DSC02483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576611657218530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWtVAu-eI/AAAAAAAAAp4/fagrWPsJnd8/s320/DSC02483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the masked ladies((: muahahahhha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTPFAu-AI/AAAAAAAAAmI/XKvUVXWGoFQ/s1600-h/DSC02454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137572793431291906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xTPFAu-AI/AAAAAAAAAmI/XKvUVXWGoFQ/s320/DSC02454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVqVAu-VI/AAAAAAAAAow/9SZUnFDM7gc/s1600-h/DSC02513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137575460605983058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVqVAu-VI/AAAAAAAAAow/9SZUnFDM7gc/s320/DSC02513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWJlAu-YI/AAAAAAAAApI/JTtxKC3Di5U/s1600-h/DSC02477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137575997476895106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWJlAu-YI/AAAAAAAAApI/JTtxKC3Di5U/s320/DSC02477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;my pretty babes! niece and aunt. pretty laa kann((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWtFAu-dI/AAAAAAAAApw/_9Q8TgZ2pdI/s1600-h/DSC02504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576607362251218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWtFAu-dI/AAAAAAAAApw/_9Q8TgZ2pdI/s320/DSC02504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWKVAu-cI/AAAAAAAAApo/4AhMBOIawaU/s1600-h/DSC02503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576010361797058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWKVAu-cI/AAAAAAAAApo/4AhMBOIawaU/s320/DSC02503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVp1Au-UI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ASQX8cCrHwc/s1600-h/DSC02514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137575452016048450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVp1Au-UI/AAAAAAAAAoo/ASQX8cCrHwc/s320/DSC02514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVqlAu-WI/AAAAAAAAAo4/S-deVm8RCo0/s1600-h/DSC02516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137575464900950370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVqlAu-WI/AAAAAAAAAo4/S-deVm8RCo0/s320/DSC02516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;special thanks to makcik for helping us out and letting us mess up the house((: heehee!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWKFAu-aI/AAAAAAAAApY/kExlJzwf38A/s1600-h/DSC02482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576006066829730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWKFAu-aI/AAAAAAAAApY/kExlJzwf38A/s320/DSC02482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWJ1Au-ZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1Y-QcXBwJlg/s1600-h/DSC02478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576001771862418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWJ1Au-ZI/AAAAAAAAApQ/1Y-QcXBwJlg/s320/DSC02478.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWKVAu-bI/AAAAAAAAApg/YRI7XRHSkXA/s1600-h/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576010361797042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWKVAu-bI/AAAAAAAAApg/YRI7XRHSkXA/s320/DSC02506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVH1Au-OI/AAAAAAAAAn4/mUEuEUhCkis/s1600-h/DSC02532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137574867900496098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVH1Au-OI/AAAAAAAAAn4/mUEuEUhCkis/s320/DSC02532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVp1Au-TI/AAAAAAAAAog/AyuLmYo8E04/s1600-h/DSC02471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137575452016048434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVp1Au-TI/AAAAAAAAAog/AyuLmYo8E04/s320/DSC02471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVH1Au-PI/AAAAAAAAAoA/BH17qciZXX0/s1600-h/DSC02510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137574867900496114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVH1Au-PI/AAAAAAAAAoA/BH17qciZXX0/s320/DSC02510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVIVAu-RI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6e40zUWW1Jg/s1600-h/DSC02523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137574876490430738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVIVAu-RI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/6e40zUWW1Jg/s320/DSC02523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R00LblAu-lI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ATvPV2xNmTQ/s1600-h/DSC04813.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137775318319168082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R00LblAu-lI/AAAAAAAAAqw/ATvPV2xNmTQ/s320/DSC04813.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R00Lb1Au-mI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QRq4gRUsH9Y/s1600-h/DSC04817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137775322614135394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R00Lb1Au-mI/AAAAAAAAAq4/QRq4gRUsH9Y/s320/DSC04817.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R00LcFAu-nI/AAAAAAAAArA/IDCNLmrVISU/s1600-h/DSC04818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137775326909102706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R00LcFAu-nI/AAAAAAAAArA/IDCNLmrVISU/s320/DSC04818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVIFAu-QI/AAAAAAAAAoI/B5nR75lD__I/s1600-h/DSC02533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137574872195463426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVIFAu-QI/AAAAAAAAAoI/B5nR75lD__I/s320/DSC02533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVIlAu-SI/AAAAAAAAAoY/PmNeiAQ-VwQ/s1600-h/DSC02535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137574880785398050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xVIlAu-SI/AAAAAAAAAoY/PmNeiAQ-VwQ/s320/DSC02535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWt1Au-gI/AAAAAAAAAqI/KFB_bPOypQg/s1600-h/DSC02552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576620247153154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWt1Au-gI/AAAAAAAAAqI/KFB_bPOypQg/s320/DSC02552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P/S: Laila, u're cute. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; sorry for all the noises(: It's great having you around babe! Well, what aunt zee gotta say now, 'You have to get use to the noises and all, cause you're forever stuck with us(: hahahahha' takecare! muaccccckkkkssssss!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lastly, presenting to you, the sewel sister among the four of them((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xXE1Au-jI/AAAAAAAAAqg/D6KFxJooHkQ/s1600-h/DSC02518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137577015384144434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xXE1Au-jI/AAAAAAAAAqg/D6KFxJooHkQ/s320/DSC02518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xXElAu-iI/AAAAAAAAAqY/TrQPfzx-Iq4/s1600-h/DSC02509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137577011089177122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xXElAu-iI/AAAAAAAAAqY/TrQPfzx-Iq4/s320/DSC02509.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xXFFAu-kI/AAAAAAAAAqo/44u7Elfxeek/s1600-h/DSC02525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137577019679111746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xXFFAu-kI/AAAAAAAAAqo/44u7Elfxeek/s320/DSC02525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWuFAu-hI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GZH20K63Mic/s1600-h/DSC02527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137576624542120466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xWuFAu-hI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/GZH20K63Mic/s320/DSC02527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Woahh! that's alot of pictures kan? hahahahaha. Good times always have to end faster than we expected. Mar went home with Laila after 8. Jann and Me headed home at around 10.30. weeeee! And now, home sweet home! Nite! Need my sleep now! Thanks for sticking to my blog and read this super damn long entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:DD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-5110430780966244704?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5110430780966244704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/5110430780966244704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/jannahs-small-surprise-yeah-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0xSh1Au9-I/AAAAAAAAAl4/-4pIxnSc18U/s72-c/DSC02444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4031215105013299457</id><published>2007-11-27T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T00:00:51.297+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;*this post is dedicated to my one and only darling, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NURUL JANNAH JOHARI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DARLING ♥&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134937470217942674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0L2bFAu9pI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2xIwnYs-dNY/s400/1_328681553l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥ ♥ Jannah, you are such a beautiful person and I wanted to say thanks for being my friend, I want you to know how much I care about you(I think you'll know before these lines have their end). Our school days seem like such a long time ago, but in that time, girl, we have really grown and I just wanted to thank you for being you, yes, I'm very grateful for all the love that you've shown. When I get too old to go out and do things and yes, by that time, I guess my hair will be gray, just know that even then, you'll still be my best friend and that one line leaves so much to say. and I want you to know that I'll always be there for you, no matter what happens, come hell or high water, just call, if you ever need a friend to help you through. Because you've been there when I needed you most, so thank you. You've made my world a much better place to be.In truth, I'm struggling to say what's here in my heart. I'm just trying to tell you what our friendship means. I guess I'm trying to say it's worth a lot to me. You see, true friendship is worth as much as love and together, they're more valued than precious gold and Jannah, I just wanted to say "Happy Birthday",and by the way, sorry, because you're getting old! ((: ♥ ♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Oh my god! You're 17! Like oh-F-I-N-A-L-L-Y! hahahahhaa. Yayy! Firstly, i would like to wish you a HAPPY happy HAPPY birthday, aite sister? Hope you will enjoy your day with us today. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I lovee you laa seyy. Keep that sexy smile okay? Moga-moga murah rezeki dan panjang umur. All the best aite? &amp;amp;stop worrying will you? Things will be fine, you'll just have to wait for &lt;em&gt;it &lt;/em&gt;to happen. Trust me! It's worth waiting for &lt;em&gt;it(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Now that you're already 17, you're out from my list. hahaha. Mar still a lil' tiny bits more to endure with my 'irritating jokes' right mar? Just wanted to tell you that you're the best sister. Not only you, of course. Same goes to the rest. i cherished every moments; -we had so many moments, some bad, most great- with you.. I'll always remember the love and erase the hate. &amp;amp;i do appreciate everything u've done for me. Going through everything during these 5years with you, is the BEST. I never regretted anything about having you around, infact, i feel that i'm BLESSED, to have a wonderful girlfee just like you. Well, be honoured okay? I made it special entry just for ♥YOU♥(: muuuaccckkkksss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4031215105013299457?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4031215105013299457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4031215105013299457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-post-is-dedicated-to-my-one-and.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0L2bFAu9pI/AAAAAAAAAjM/2xIwnYs-dNY/s72-c/1_328681553l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-2725409351171200395</id><published>2007-11-26T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T23:10:13.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm slowly adapting to my new surroundings; without having someone beside me to hear all stress that i face at home. Just missing having someone to be mad at, to laugh with and everything. Oh wells, things change zara. Remember that! &amp;amp;i'm slowly getting over the fact that friendster is no longer in existence. Muahahahhahaha. Yeah. To think over abt it, its like useless gitu kan? &amp;amp;friendster is having this stoopid virus going on, in addition; friendster is lagging. Well, to me there's no disadvantages closing my friendster, lain lah if i'm single and searching for someone. Currently, nehh! Unless, something happen between me and him then i'll think about hunting another one, or maybe not. Just sick and tired of going through everything from beginning. Anyway, going with the flow now((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the 3rd or 4th day haven't been talking to him and meeting him. Miss him, but but. Err. Let's just drop the topic. Having mixed feelings lately. No idea why. And my brother is coming again tmrw! Urgh! Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag and nag! Whatever laa. Just listen and keep myself shut. Let them think and do what they want, as long as they are happy. Just sick and tired of my family. Still over-paranoid with some stuff. *yawn* It's normal though. The only way to escape from all this, i need to get a job. At least, i got my attention all drawn to my job instead of him, family and everything else. But, the problem now is, send so many resume to so many company, no reply. Actually have la, but i'm choosy! Haahaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god! When do my misery end? &amp;amp;when do i get to smile and laugh like i use to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-2725409351171200395?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2725409351171200395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/2725409351171200395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-slowly-adapting-to-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3519984154958534164</id><published>2007-11-26T13:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T14:00:21.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm still not over with the fact that my friendster is &lt;em&gt;GONE&lt;/em&gt;! *sob sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3519984154958534164?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3519984154958534164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3519984154958534164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/im-still-not-over-with-fact-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1484000080881879757</id><published>2007-11-26T03:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:24:41.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Incompatible, it don't matter though&lt;br /&gt;'cos someone's bound to hear my cry&lt;br /&gt;Speak out if you do&lt;br /&gt;You're not easy to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible Mr. Loveable&lt;br /&gt;Is already in my life?&lt;br /&gt;Right in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you're in disguise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are again, circles never end&lt;br /&gt;How do I find the perfect fit&lt;br /&gt;There's enough for everyone&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most relationships seem so transitory&lt;br /&gt;They're all good but not the permanent one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't long for someone to hold&lt;br /&gt;Who knows how to love you without being told&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell me why I'm on my own&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;br /&gt;If there's a soulmate for everyone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1484000080881879757?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1484000080881879757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1484000080881879757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/incompatible-it-dont-matter-though-cos.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-6197437616986238172</id><published>2007-11-25T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:37:33.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;People can't just shut their mouth, they talk and keep poisoning people's mind. And i'm in a dilemma, one side i'm trusting my own instinct, but the other side of me is like poisoned! Like seriously la seyy. Everyday, i get mad at *him for nothing. And partly was because, i'm having crisis with my family. Urgh! Sucks aite? *scream out loud*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst: Stop making my life miserable can? Now, i'm avoiding you people for good, by closing down my friendster. Can't you people just be happy for me, for once? So, now there's no way you can get through me secretly, no more! Get a life of your own okay? i just want to be happy with him? boleh tk? Thankyou! Just watch and see baybeh, i trust that he is no longer the Ryo, he use to be. okay? he will prove to you people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is for those who have been trying to destroy the happiness, okay?&lt;br /&gt;tkde kene mengena dgn my gfs or cousins. Good companion don't poison friend's mind. Get that? Well, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to entertain stoopid freaks like u peeps. Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;Sayonara Friendster! *sob sob*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-6197437616986238172?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6197437616986238172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/6197437616986238172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/people-cant-just-shut-their-mouth-they.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1320929404994758694</id><published>2007-11-25T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T02:39:20.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, i decided to close my friendster account. Feel so bored, before being into relationship with him, alot of friend req from guys and all. and now i feel that my friendster is &lt;em&gt;dead&lt;/em&gt;. And furthermore, i can add guys up. So, it's better to end it anyway. As for him, let him be with his friendster. It's his life, not mine. Doesn't mean i'm going to stop my friendster, he have to do also, unless he do willingly then it's good. Nehh. He still got lots of fans&amp;amp;friends out there to entertain(: So, let him be. Jgn mcm2 sudahlah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah. I'm sacrificing my effort, opening up the account. Well, there's always a next time, aite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about that. Hmm. Today was no different as like my other days. It's &lt;em&gt;fucking&lt;/em&gt; mundane. Opps! Sorry for being too vulgar. Not in a good mood. *bang head against the walls.&lt;br /&gt;Too stress with things around. Families being tooooooooooo paranoid with some stuff and *long sigh*, in short, can i just say my life sucks at almost everything? Yeah, it is. Everything went wrong. I just don't understand mayn. Hope things will smooth sailing soon. I just hope so. Hope there's someone that i'm waiting for, would finally make my day somehow. And i know, things are not going to end here. There's continuation. Just wait and see. Waiting for something to happen next. Anyone care to let me cry on your shoulder? I badly need someone now. *crying*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1320929404994758694?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1320929404994758694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1320929404994758694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-i-decided-to-close-my-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-526727983899024777</id><published>2007-11-24T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:56:09.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;De-stress session, last minute, with my &lt;em&gt;dearest cousin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mx81Au91I/AAAAAAAAAkw/tgdKkur6mho/s1600-h/cuzenhood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136832508573185874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mx81Au91I/AAAAAAAAAkw/tgdKkur6mho/s400/cuzenhood.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Was expexting to spend my time alone, then had a last min plan with my cousin. She wanted me to accompany her to MSL- Marsiling Secondary School- to watch the dikir barat comp. Well, entrance 5bucks. and only 5grp performed that day. Overall, the best dikir barat grp was the Fu/Yu-hua Sec. Can't hear properly what's the sch name. Is there Fuhua Sec? I only know Yuhua Sec,i think. *LOL* and and, the Ping Yi Sec, was a bit mundane. No strength and lack of people performing. But, i admire their courage. Though the are weak, they still perform and just go on. Well, i didn't stayed for the result show, cause it's pretty late. At abt 6plus, went to this Singapore Sports School hill. Woaahh! That's the best place to relax your mind. *sigh* Took some snapshots, pretty snapshots(: Then, i feel the urge to climb up the hill and asked Syikin to snap some photos. It was nice. -What goes up, will for sure come down- haish. My body is aching all over. Though the ending is a painstaking ending, i did enjoyed Syikin's company today. Thanks zen! And yeah, thanks for wishing the best for me &amp;amp; ryo. Well, that's all now, i need a rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0m0hVAu95I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tTlg2wKLC2U/s1600-h/zee4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136835334661666706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0m0hVAu95I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/tTlg2wKLC2U/s400/zee4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mxs1Au9yI/AAAAAAAAAkY/yyTm6StIWCQ/s1600-h/zee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136832233695278882" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" height="128" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mxs1Au9yI/AAAAAAAAAkY/yyTm6StIWCQ/s200/zee3.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mxslAu9xI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JFsFkGRrBVM/s1600-h/zee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136832229400311570" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mxslAu9xI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/JFsFkGRrBVM/s200/zee2.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mxtlAu90I/AAAAAAAAAko/uklIyveQYEE/s1600-h/RECO4495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136832246580180802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mxtlAu90I/AAAAAAAAAko/uklIyveQYEE/s200/RECO4495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mzgFAu92I/AAAAAAAAAk4/rk0BN8O_srI/s1600-h/RECO4497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136834213675202402" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" height="192" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mzgFAu92I/AAAAAAAAAk4/rk0BN8O_srI/s400/RECO4497.JPG" width="257" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mzglAu93I/AAAAAAAAAlA/vzdFggvf_po/s1600-h/RECO4513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136834222265137010" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" height="165" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mzglAu93I/AAAAAAAAAlA/vzdFggvf_po/s400/RECO4513.JPG" width="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a nice scenery up there, but not for long. Just like Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Okay! That's all for now, i really need my rest. Goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136832229400311554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mxslAu9wI/AAAAAAAAAkI/9YONHkpCAKs/s200/zee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-526727983899024777?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/526727983899024777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/526727983899024777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/de-stress-session-last-minute-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mx81Au91I/AAAAAAAAAkw/tgdKkur6mho/s72-c/cuzenhood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4956197693813117242</id><published>2007-11-23T01:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T03:22:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mv-lAu9tI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zBWxQaW_uO8/s1600-h/zee3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830339614701266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mv-lAu9tI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zBWxQaW_uO8/s200/zee3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mv-VAu9sI/AAAAAAAAAjo/jB8aj_LiWU4/s1600-h/zee2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830335319733954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mv-VAu9sI/AAAAAAAAAjo/jB8aj_LiWU4/s200/zee2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mv91Au9rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/gjcq4A8024k/s1600-h/zee1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136830326729799346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mv91Au9rI/AAAAAAAAAjg/gjcq4A8024k/s200/zee1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in short, today sucks! okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;urggggghhhhh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's forever this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;world would have peace if everyone is truthful to each other and no intention of hurting others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thanks fee for those listening ears &amp;amp; for hearing me cry on the phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i really need that. &amp;amp; it would be better if there's someone who actually could lend me their shoulder to cry on, and would give me a warm hug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sob sob* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4956197693813117242?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4956197693813117242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4956197693813117242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/in-short-today-sucks-okay-urggggghhhhh.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0mv-lAu9tI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zBWxQaW_uO8/s72-c/zee3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-4832908846182263319</id><published>2007-11-20T14:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:25:05.036+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what a boring day.'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was up since morning. Nothing else to do. Looking after that lil rascal of mine; Putri Qistina. After putting her to sleep, slacked around the house waiting for a reply from someone. Sat infront of the comp, browse through friendster, blog-hopping &amp;amp; browsing through devianart.com for some nice pictures. Some of the pics manage to capture my eyes. I'm so in love with all the pictures there. Awesome pictures, i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135856073528243874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0Y541Au9qI/AAAAAAAAAjY/E5ASqfNeww4/s400/__LOVE___by_chochweets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is one, that i love the most. Cute baby aite? hahahaha. i just adore looking at babies. Admiring their smoothness of skin, their fleshy cheek(: and their pretty eyes. As for this pic, i love the way the baby pose. The hands posture and everything. oh gawd! cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, done with browsing through devianart, i went youtube and found one of this cute vid from one of my most favourite movie, the lil' rascals. XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;click here&lt;/em&gt; ♥ : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gsqh5R3Moc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9gsqh5R3Moc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;cuteness right? why are boys such a &lt;em&gt;jerk&lt;/em&gt;? u have to watch the vid fist, i tell you. it will put a smile on your face after a long hectic day. hahahahahaha. they are such an adorable kiddos. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i lovee this movie since i was young((: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hmm. at about 2plus, went to IMM with putri to have lunch with Fahmi(: Before going to work, he send us home first. Awww. How sweet. hahahahhahaha. Then, chill at home till night. Argh! Rotting mayn! What to do? *sigh* So yeah, that's all for today. :DD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-4832908846182263319?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4832908846182263319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/4832908846182263319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/little-rascals.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0Y541Au9qI/AAAAAAAAAjY/E5ASqfNeww4/s72-c/__LOVE___by_chochweets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-3716808612973506237</id><published>2007-11-20T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:22:49.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my lil&apos; thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0JnP1Au9nI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SLnsPEE4LRY/s1600-h/DSC02442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134780046781642354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0JnP1Au9nI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SLnsPEE4LRY/s320/DSC02442.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To all readers, for the time being, i don't think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; blogging as much as i use to in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mth&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;september&lt;/span&gt;. No special occasion and life is as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mundane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; as ever. Not in happy mood or anything. Just feel everything sucks around me. Actually the one that sucks right now is &lt;em&gt;me, myself and I&lt;/em&gt;. Right? Everything i do, every steps i make, every decision i choose; everything seems so wrong. Sorry if my entry is boring to you. Well, just feel like pouring it all out here. My mind isn't at the right place, my heart is unsure of everything and *scream out loud* just have no f**king idea of what's going on. Feel like talking to someone; anyone, that can actually understand everything. I'm in a big dilemma &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; damn confuse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I miss the old me. I miss those laughter and giggles that i use to have, those smiles that i use to own. Yes! i can sense that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; changing drastically. Well, now is the time to buck up. Just need someone by my side, that i can trust, to guide me through. Someone that isn't really out to hurt me in any way. A someone that actually could give me the strength and support that i wanted. I know somehow, i do have that someone. thanks to him/her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; still standing strong here. Facing everything. Thanks(:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To him, i know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; always giving hard time and attitude that sucks. Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; said. I'm in the state of confusion. Just have no idea of what should i do next. Thanks for putiing up with my nonsense. I know its not easy to talk things with me. and yeah! i know that i'm damn stubborn. Well, with things happening in my life, how am i suppose to be soft-hearted when end up? i'm always the one having the last cry. *sigh* prove to them, that you are not like what they say. Prove to them that their judgements abt you are absolutely WRONG. Show to me that you are willingly doind everything, show me you care, show me that you doesn't let anyone else enter your life just like i do. I just don't wish all of it go to waste, everything? after so much i've gone through with you? Think. Everyone make mistakes in life. Forgive me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To my family, i'm truly deeply sorry to disappoint each and everyone of you. Punish me the way u think you should. I'm ready to accept everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;To my dearest girlfees, yeah! i know i've been keeping things to myself lately. Sorry! Doesn't mean i don't share things with you, girls, i don't appreciate everything you, girls, have done for me. I appreciate every single of it. I'm thankful that the three of you, have not disappoint me like how my other gf do. I do lovee you girls aite? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Hahaha. yeah! my apology once again for being so naggy here. Well, i feel so much better now. Way much better than a few minutes ago. Thanks for reading. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-3716808612973506237?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3716808612973506237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/3716808612973506237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-all-readers-for-time-being-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0JnP1Au9nI/AAAAAAAAAi4/SLnsPEE4LRY/s72-c/DSC02442.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-1699059967029230407</id><published>2007-11-18T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:54:35.834+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bye-bye ina tihck hair):'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ina first haircut(:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around afternoon. Too tired, been going out lately. Fahmi went to a wedding occasion under his blok with his parents (sukelah tuu dpt makan. hahahha), before going to work. As for me, went out from the house at abt 2plus, then headed to Hajjah Maimunah(beside JooChiat), to have our breakfast cum lunch(:&lt;br /&gt;Yummy! The food was D-E-L-I-C-I-O-U-S. *burp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, went to Tanjong Katong Complex, Golden Chance, to purchase ina's bracelet. Hmm. Next, we went Parkway Parade to get ina &lt;em&gt;first haricut&lt;/em&gt; at the JuniorLeague. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;Though today was abit mundane, i still manage to enjoy my moments with ina ONLY. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAcVAu9cI/AAAAAAAAAhg/mkTRT9112jA/s1600-h/DSC02422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174430623102402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAcVAu9cI/AAAAAAAAAhg/mkTRT9112jA/s200/DSC02422.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAc1Au9eI/AAAAAAAAAhw/360LcnlGZNQ/s1600-h/DSC02426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174439213037026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAc1Au9eI/AAAAAAAAAhw/360LcnlGZNQ/s200/DSC02426.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAc1Au9dI/AAAAAAAAAho/DQaTFsN9E4k/s1600-h/DSC02424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174439213037010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAc1Au9dI/AAAAAAAAAho/DQaTFsN9E4k/s200/DSC02424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA21Au9hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/7X88Ud7qcoo/s1600-h/DSC02431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174885889635858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA21Au9hI/AAAAAAAAAiI/7X88Ud7qcoo/s200/DSC02431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA3FAu9jI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LHQZKrHKGxk/s1600-h/DSC02433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174890184603186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA3FAu9jI/AAAAAAAAAiY/LHQZKrHKGxk/s200/DSC02433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA21Au9iI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eJlYT-aGqKE/s1600-h/DSC02432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174885889635874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA21Au9iI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eJlYT-aGqKE/s200/DSC02432.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back view/front view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAdFAu9fI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ftHw1ZtjWBA/s1600-h/DSC02427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174443508004338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAdFAu9fI/AAAAAAAAAh4/ftHw1ZtjWBA/s200/DSC02427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAdFAu9gI/AAAAAAAAAiA/faH2_NeQ5I0/s1600-h/DSC02429.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174443508004354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAdFAu9gI/AAAAAAAAAiA/faH2_NeQ5I0/s200/DSC02429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she hates it when some stranger touch her hair, just like that man did)):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA3FAu9kI/AAAAAAAAAig/rVjuZ2ig_EY/s1600-h/DSC02428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174890184603202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA3FAu9kI/AAAAAAAAAig/rVjuZ2ig_EY/s200/DSC02428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA3VAu9lI/AAAAAAAAAio/wjHx8uLCDfs/s1600-h/DSC02430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134174894479570514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BA3VAu9lI/AAAAAAAAAio/wjHx8uLCDfs/s200/DSC02430.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; curly curly hair of hers. BYE-BYE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BBLVAu9mI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8NorRIGRA-s/s1600-h/DSC02425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134175238076954210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BBLVAu9mI/AAAAAAAAAiw/8NorRIGRA-s/s200/DSC02425.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Too tired too make myself look good)):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-1699059967029230407?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1699059967029230407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/1699059967029230407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/ina-first-haircut-woke-up-at-around.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nE2JcKFnjLo/R0BAcVAu9cI/AAAAAAAAAhg/mkTRT9112jA/s72-c/DSC02422.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2971749195955146626.post-8967058866836520591</id><published>2007-11-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T22:30:53.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't sleep the whole night yesterday. Was online &amp;amp;&amp;amp; updating my blog abt the twin vid. Ard 4plus in the morning i dozed off for 1 and a half hour ONLY! Then wash up to get ready to go meet Syahmi(my cousin) and football team mates at Yishun. Met Fahmi at Jurong east MRT at 8.05. haha. yeah! we are so LATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, on the way there, bumped into Syahmi. Yayy! means, Fahmi and I are not LATE. Reach at the football field at yishun at abt 8.30 plus. The match was okay. the players are a bit slack due to the sunny weather, but still?? We WON! 3-6 babe! lalalalalalalalalasss~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to eat at LJS at Northpoint. Then headed to yishun playground, next to blk 214 and chill out for awhile. at abt 1plus, we headed home((:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeehaa! Though today is tiring and sleeply day for me, still i enjoyed every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;:DD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2971749195955146626-8967058866836520591?l=her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8967058866836520591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2971749195955146626/posts/default/8967058866836520591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://her-fanaticalrants.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-cant-sleep-whole-night-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>.Zee.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
